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#at this point i think i'd rather just be shot lmao
libraryofloveletters · 3 months
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Sing It With Me
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John Stones x Fem!Reader
Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.
Word Count: 834
Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao
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John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols? 
John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.
Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.
It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.
The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."
Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.
You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"
"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.
The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.
"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.
"Exhausted."
John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"
The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.
At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."
"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.
Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.
John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.
Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.
"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.
It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"
You roll your eyes, "oh my god."
"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.
"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."
Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.
"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.
"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.
"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.
Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.
It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.
Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.
John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.
"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.
Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.
Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.
Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."
You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.
It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?
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kingconia · 8 months
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#4, #9 and #28 with Rook Hunt! He seems like a possessive lover
4. “You know I'd do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.“
9. “Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you.”
28. ”Come and get your fix.”
cw: slightly spicy? mentions of possessiveness and slight obsession (from both sides, lmao)
In the world of kings, princes and magical creatures, you were no one.
It was something you accepted rather quickly; this world was never yours to begin with, and no particular sadness was met by this early realisation. The role of temporary guest came easily to you, the understating of the fact that you will leave this place as soon as Crowley will come up with something, always lingered at the back of your mind.
And so, attaching to someone was prohibited. From your perspective it would be easier this way, to be able leave it, without loving someone.
You were nice to everyone to the point all of them meant nothing to you. You treated them like characters, whose stories you witnessed accidentally. Different books with curious main characters. And nothing more.
Well. Until Rook Hunt.
This story started rather ridiculously. While you hunt down backstories of others, he hunted down you. He thought of you—and that was flattering—as a unique beast to this little collection, a new target. It was the fact that you had nothing in this world that made you so special in his eyes. An attractive little thing, he said.
Despite everything—or rather, exactly because of it—you preferred to ignore him. You rolled his eyes as you felt his ghostly presence in the rooms, and your lips thinned when he talked to you, spluttering little complements here and there. Eventually, though, you got used to it.
To all of him.
In one of many days like this, you suggested him to stop hiding in the bushes or climbing on the rooftops. Instead, you allowed him to follow you.
And the game began.
What started as a strange experience ended up being the most meaningful thing that you made. He was following you, and from now, you followed him as well. And what others called a strange alliance between two of you, grew into something more.
Apparently, Rook was kissing as skillfully as he shot animals down. And, oh, you were nothing in your soul if not starved.
Rook tasted as a pure madness; a tip of his sharp, arrow-like tongue filled your mouth with bittersweetness, dragging your further in the tunnel of insanity, along with him. His every single touch, each praise, tied you even more to him, making utterly desperate.
Rook Hunt tamed you. And you were happily giving up.
”Oh, mon précieux,” he murmured, pressing his chest to yours, as he caught in the corridors of the school, shamelessly, ”it is a little late for running away from me, don't you think?”
It was. Yet, you gave it a try.
The impact of his man dawned on you suddenly as you realised how far you were from your own rules. Your own decision not to be attached to anyone was long forgotten. Now, you know, leaving this world will hurt.
”You know I'd do anything to have you stay by my side, right?” His soft lips pressed to the line of your chin, in something between a kiss and mere touch. ”Anything.”
You closed your eyes, collecting yourself. It was time to stop this game.
”Rook, cut your nonsense,” your breath came out as a roar, when his fingertips traced down your neck, stopping on the tight-buttoned collar. ”I will leave this place eventually. Stop hurting both of us.”
”Maybe I should just break our favourite mirror,” he purred, as if ignoring what you said completely. ”That will leave you without a choice, hm-m.”
”Rook,” you hissed.
His voice was sweeter than honey, and the words that left his lips were so nicely poisonous that you desired nothing but to drink it right from his mouth.
What a graceful nightmare he was.
”Be honest with me, ma prière, do you truly believe that you will ever leave this place?” He stopped his distracting actions, eyes now fully on you. ”Or is that your own way to apologise before people you left in another world?”
You hardly had anyone back there, and you never felt belonged to anywhere. Could it be the reason why you were sent here? Could it be the argument to allow Crowley to stay? Could it be—
”You are thinking too much, mon amour,” the tip of your noses met. ”Will you have me or no?”
Oh, how dared he to ask, when he knows it already?
”Damn it all to hell,” you laughed bitterly, fingers digging in his lean shoulders, bringing him as close as it was only possible. ”If I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you.”
Your breath mingled together, and the sharp corners of his lips curled in a disturbingly beautiful smile, when his hands squeezed your hips possessively.
”Here you are, ma bête. Come and get your fix.”
Before you know, your lips were already brought together as you clinged to each other desperately, teeth meeting with a clicking sound, and tongues intertwining in breathless gasps.
Rook might tamed you. But he didn't win. Because it was your name that was engraved on his heart, just as he branded his own in your chest.
And there was no turning back now.
A/N: Rook calls reader ”my precious”, ”my pray”, ”my love” and ”my beast” on french in this order.
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zanarkandfayth · 2 days
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Writing Meme: First Line Patterns
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
Tagged by @ivorydice, thank you <3
I ignored the rules to make up my own lmao. Doing twelve fics I like a lot rather than the last ten, particularly because I'd like a wider time range to see how things have changed. The actual last ten would just be the first two and then all eight of the fics I did for fatherly love week in 2021 :/ Most of which were written in a very stress-filled, sleepless week right before the deadline haha. Going back to some of my earliest ffxv fics will be more interesting; curious to see how they all start because I know I usually try to make the opening line intriguing, but not always.
o1. "Chocobos! Noct, look at the sign, they have chocobos! Can we go see them?" || Ameliorate
o2. Ignis sighs as he puts his foot on the brake, resisting the strong temptation to close his eyes and bow his head against the steering wheel for a moment. || The Monsters Running Wild
o3. Ding! The noise of the first one cuts loudly through the quiet of his room, rousing him from a heavy slumber, but right now he's more asleep than awake, his eyes still closed. It's easy to ignore. || From That First Moment
o4. "Alright. Ready to not get your ass kicked today?" || Where They Should Be
o5. Noct hesitates, staring with dread at the panel of buttons before him. || Where It Matters Less
o6. The thick, metallic smell of blood is still lingering in Noct's nose when he wakes with a gasp, eyes flying open, wide and startled as he looks unseeing around him. || Everything
o7. "Hey, wanna go to the arcade today?" Prompto slings a friendly arm around Noct as he asks the question, a bright grin across his face as he waits hopefully for the answer. || Heavy is the Burden
o8. Insomnia is a mess. || Under Grey Skies
o9. Coming to this party was a mistake. || Six Ways from Sunday
1o. It starts happening the day Insomnia falls. || The Shadows Growing Tall
11. "I feel like my feet are going to fall off," Prompto whines as they all trudge back to the Regalia. || Dark Corners
12. The first time everyone thinks Prompto and Cor meet is when Prompto is sixteen. || What Lies Below
...so the only two I actually wish had better openings are monsters and heavy. which makes sense. monsters I just started writing at random because at that point it was supposed to be a one-shot and also never shared with anyone other than the bestie. so I didn't care where I started it.
heavy I, uh, stole the opening from nano/aftermath fic LOL. because nanofic was only a chapter and some change then, with a horrible idea I hated, and I thought I was never gonna come back to it so I might as well repurpose the few bits of it that were good. now I have a better idea and I'm actually writing it... but I still haven't changed the opening a whole lot. they're just gonna be similar forever. oh well.
but the rest feel like they either did a decent job at being an interesting hook or at least not being super boring or something. though I feel like I maybe had stronger hooks in my earlier fics, hmm. damn you brain fog.
oh, tagging... hhh I usually never tag people for these things because I am awkward and dunno who is okay with being tagged. so low-key no pressure ignore if you want mutual-tagging @quartzguts, @smallest-turtle, @breakfastteatime, @every-lemon, @elidelio, @thisfairytalegonebad, @tumbleloon, aaaaaand... whoever else is a writer that wants to do this.
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raayllum · 10 months
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Hey! In retrospect, this might be kinda obvious to some, but I was just thinking about the scene early in Season 4 where Callum recalls the fact that he's destroyed multiple powerful magic objects/artifacts and I realized that that scene was probably meant to highlight/make it hit harder later in the season when Callum can't do the same thing to the cube and I got excited lmao
So I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about what gets lamp shaded / referred back to specifically in S4 and possibly why, re: exactly what you pointed out, dear nonnie, in 4x02 (which made me Yell the first time around because I loved it as a lamp shade), as well as Rayllum's scene on the Pinnacle in 4x05. So why not talk about about them? If you are curious about more on Callum's "breaking magical objects" pattern I'd recommend this meta as well as this one, although there shouldn't be too much repetition here
Let's go
4x02 - Accidentally on Purpose
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Including this shot because it has the Ocean-Star rune combination for the cube, my beloved.
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The primal stone, Ethari -> Rayla -> Callum's pendant, and the Moon Henge all shudder. The mirror, too, will shortly be broken, although by Aaravos' own hand rather than Callum's (at least, not directly). This line and pattern also underscores one of Callum's key flaws, as his impulsive flippancy ("'It's the winter lodge, Rayla, no winter no humans' ugh" / "He tried to copy Claudia's lightning spell, but he doesn't know how to finish it!") when it comes to magic is ultimately related to how Selfish he can be. He, like many characters in TDP, can tunnel vision so hard he doesn't see or fully consider the possible consequences of his actions, but I do think Callum has a thread of like internalized focus that makes it stem from selfishness (more akin to perhaps Claudia and Viren) than it does shortsightedness/shame (Rayla) or inadvertent steamrolling (Claudia, Ezran).
For Callum, just knowing magic isn't enough. He's always focused on how he can use it.
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"I just don't want to be useless," he said (S2 novelization, set during he and Rayla's late night talk about "I have to be a mage again").
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He'd always known that cube was important. Maybe now Rayla would start listening to him... and maybe now he would find out how he could use the mysterious cube. [...] But Callum was awake obsessing over the Key of Aaravos. What could he achieve with it?
Now, does Callum ever mean to be selfish? No, of course not. He doesn't mean to put Rayla and Zym in danger with his pursuit of magic (or his lie to Amaya), but that's what happens anyway. 2x04 has always stood out to me as a particularly interesting episode, precisely because it shows this flaw on full display in ways that S1 could've neatly resolved. In 1x04, Callum pursues magic ultimately to the group's detriment (just how much, depending on what the cube does, remains to be seen). Then in 1x09, through smashing the primal stone (which we'll talk about more in a minute) he puts the group above his pursuit of magic. It's a nice little full circle, and it could've easily been the resolution of this behavioural pattern. But it isn't, so I'm curious to see if/how it'll come back in future seasons (maybe S5) in some capacity.
To me, this is one of the things that make TDP's characterization so realistic. Callum can learn one lesson partially in 1x04 (don't take unnecessary risks) and apply that portion fully in 1x07 (regarding elves and humans), be willing to sacrifice a more tangible pursuit of magic for Zym ("But without this, I'm nothing") in 1x09, but still not fully learn his "Look before you leap when it comes to magic" lesson by the time we roll around in 2x04 or even 2x07 (although the context for the latter is vastly different). Just like how if saving Zym or being a good enough protector could solve Rayla's self worth issues, she would've been totally fine after 1x09, but we see her have the exact same kind of breakdown two seasons later ("This is all my fault. I dropped it. I let you both down. I let the world down" / "It's me, and it's all my fault. I failed them! I let them all down") because well - issues and emotional wounds are not so easily solved.
Anyway, back on topic: what does any of this have to do with S4's lamp shading of Callum's tendency of breaking magical objects?
Well, I think you're right: the Key is seemingly rare, powerful, and possibly sought after by Aaravos. At the very least it's connected to him, and Callum is now terrified of him. But he won't relinquish/destroy it at this present time, so there's a nice contrast there. The cube has a pull over him for whatever reason, whether that's curiosity, it being Harrow's last parting gift to him, or even possibly the fact it was the first thing he and Rayla really bonded over ("Hey sad prince. Let's go get your cube") and his own potential as a mage. He does, after all, look at the moon rune specifically after lowering it.
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But I also think it's indicative that the object and conversation Callum is most directly referencing is this one with Claudia in 2x02 about breaking their joint primal stone:
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Which was pretty noble, and inspired a very strong character arc for Callum, full of struggle and interesting character aspects. Breaking the primal stone wasn't the ideal situation for him by any means, but it was undeniably the Right Thing To Do. On the surface, there's nothing to be worried about... except:
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I have not seen the stars in centuries. But when I see them again—when the stars are forced to look upon me, their dark brother—they will know how I have waited. And when everything they have built lies shattered, I will savor their fall from the sky. (Patience, TDP reflections)
The Whole World is like a Giant Primal Stone. When backed into a corner and able to save someone he loves and/or cares about, Callum is willing to sacrifice his own source of power. He's willing to bend his morals and do dark magic. He's willing to jump off a cliff with just the faintest hope he can grow wings and save them both. We also know that Callum, either within a possessed state or outside of it, has to play into Aaravos' hands, otherwise it is unlikely the Startouch elf would be released (and he has to be released).
Which, all of this also works fairly well in tandem with
4x05 - You saved me
So Rayllum's scene on the Pinnacle is one of my favourite scenes between them in the season, as well as one of the most interesting. After all, the Pinnacle is the place for quite a few important Rayla and Callum moments in season three: Rayla finding out the truth about her mum and dad, thanks to Callum; Callum trying to tell her that he loves her for the first time (which Soren's interruption also lampshades); and of course when Callum jumps off the Pinnacle to save her. And while Soren's dialogue is a more comedic callback to the second one, Rayla's dialogue calls to mind the latter:
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(Callum's face only falls in the second screencap when she gets to "certain death," by the way.)
It's not entirely clear why Callum starts crying when he looks away, as he has a lot of reasons to (the fear of what Aaravos may make him do, thus turning him into something that hurts people rather than saves them; the fact that he's had only like, 1.5 days to process the return of the love of his life and all those complicated feelings) but he does start crying. Rayla then does her best to help, but doesn't get a chance to, and it's not clear if Callum would've let her, either.
But I thought the emphasis on "saving" was interesting, to say the least. Why not be more explicit about the way this was the first time they said "I love you"? Some note of "so much has changed, but not everything's changed" from Rayla, if they wanted a nudge of some sort. Or it could've been something about Rayla's parents, grateful that she was able to forgive them and realize the truth, that'd they'd left for "a good cause".
Well, I think the most straight forward thing is first, that Callum and Rayla are a couple who has always been very defined by reciprocally saving each other; Callum defends them from the smoke wolves, Rayla defends them from Runaan, etc. Rayla saves everyone (Bait, Ezran, Zym, the downed dragon), and Callum saves her (1x05, 2x04, 2x07, 3x09). The second is that S5, if it brings back Callum's possession plot line (and it likely will, with the emphasis on darkness and drowning from some of the TDP shorts for the season: "Soren gasped the darkness like water into his lungs. He could not breathe. He was drowning") Rayla is probably going to the one to ultimately save him from it, somewhat due to the light and dark symbolism as well (Rayla showing up haloed in moonlight with the cube on her shoulder).
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An emphasis on how Arc 1 culminated in a big show of love as Callum saved Rayla, if Rayla is going to be the one to successfully save Callum from brainwashing next season (and restore to her that "We can't save everyone" isn't true after all) makes a lot of sense, especially with it foreshadowed / spelled out more directly in this quote from the Book One Moon novelization:
“Wow. So they look identical, but they might kill you or they might save you,” Callum said.
“Exactly. Just like me…” Rayla smiled.
She's certainly not going to kill him and thus, Rayla has to save him. There we get that mutual reciprocation, especially when she left in TTM to try and save/spare him - it'd be a good way for her to realize that the best way to save/protect him is to stay, right here, with him instead. She'll risk the world ("You let him live but you killed us all" "You have two choices: you all die, or just the evil wretched human dies"), and it'll be worth it.
However, as I've already said, Callum has to play into Aaravos' hands in order for the Startouch elf to get out. And Aaravos is clearly pretty confident it'll happen, whether precisely because Callum is worried because of the possession (a more likely manipulation tactic) or due to the possession itself (less likely, as why reveal your checkmate move ahead of time?).
Rayla realizing she can save Callum is also, indeed, only one piece of the puzzle. She also has to realize that she deserves to be saved, which 4x05 seems like a step in the right direction of (she's happy and lovey about it, not guilty) even if her self worth issues are still very prevalent: "This is all my fault. I left [Soren] alone. I shouldn't have—" as well as trying repeatedly to go off on her own.
So 4x05 emphasizing the last time Callum saved her, setting up that he'll also save her again (and possibly risk the primal stone world again, helping to free Aaravos in exchange for also freeing Rayla) in S5?
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He'll risk the world, and it'll be worth it.
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baxterbella24 · 10 months
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My Favorite Daemyra Fanfics
Here's an updated* and better curated list of my (very personal) favorite Daemyra fics, WIPs and finished, in no particular order. I offer a few words on each on them, mostly my own opinions and impressions, please click on them if you want a proper synopsis. Other than 100% finished stories, I tried to stick to fics that either stand on their own despite having room to continue, or are frequently or regularly updated, so there's less chances you get invested in something that might never get a proper ending.
I'll welcome and thank any recs too, ofc, I'm always eager to read new material and depictions of them, especially (almost exclusively, in fact) modern AUs. I'm open to different family dynamics as well, especially siblings, biological or otherwise (I include two great ones here, btw). Currently, I'm leaning toward more mature stories, with a Rhaenyra facing adult conflicts rather than just age gap PWP with feelings. I'm still a smut enjoyer though, don't get me wrong, lmao.
Well, nothing more to add for now, so... here we go!
Back, Baby by velvetwoman: Modern AU. Heart-wrenching, but beautiful one-shot. It's kinda finished, the ending is really bittersweet, but author promised a follow-up that hasn't come out, though I refuse to lose hope just yet (I just need to believe, please let me be). It features underage sex, so be warned.
entropy by firecollide: Modern AU. WIP. Musical references, especially Arctic Monkeys. Starts as a texting fic, and turns into a Daemon/Rhaenyra POV multichapter piece. They get together/fall in love quite fast, although it gets quite angsty at a point and remains like that. I only recommend if you're patient and want more than just fluff and smut, character growth specifically. Best Daemon depiction for me, complicated and heartbreaking, because I do relate to Rhaenyra a lot as well.
Ānogar Hūra by sweetestsorrows (katschako): Modern Mafia AU. Finished. Succession, violence, murder, betrayal, lots and lots and lots of smut. I particularly love how their relationship develops from them getting off on fighting and exasperating one another to them falling in love but keeping that feisty and explosive dynamic in bed. Daemon is a very strong dom in this, though deep down he's a very caring and considerate partner.
Our Violent Ends by grandlovescheme: Vampire AU. Finished. Also modern. Or kind of. The starting point is in canon timeline, but the story stretches across space and time because, of course, our two favs are not exactly mortal anymore. Enemies to lovers trope, and as we all know, those are the type of stories in which the smut is the hottest and most satisfying you could ever hope for. I also strongly recommend all of this author's works, she's very talented and will be appearing again in this list.
Passion driven by ginvael: Modern AU. Finished. This is a really fun fic that involves cheating, a "has his cake and eats it too" version of Daemon that's infuriating and sort of endearing at the same time. Mysaria is a really cool character in this, I personally missed an insight on how her character ended, but the lack of it doesn't really take anything away from the story as a whole, so no biggie.
High Hopes by grandlovescheme: Modern AU. Finished. I'm not quite sure, but I think this is the fic that started a sort of subgenre of Daemyra fics with the "Rhaenyra runs away from home for x reason and finds shelter in her estranged uncle's home" trope. Both characters have their issues and are both beautifully written from beginning to end. It's a very slow burn, but it sure pays off, so your patience will be rewarded.
a safe space / a warm hug by themilkteeth: Modern AU. Finished. Sugar daddy story, but with a different daddy (Daemyra endgame tho, don't get confused). I love how things are described in this, the colors, atmosphere, smells, tastes. Just a one-shot, but it honestly feels like more than that in the end.
If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon by grandlovescheme: Modern AU. Finished. Daemyra are siblings and I've never imagined I'd be into this the way I am, but here we are. The push and pull between these two is "deliriously" fabulous, the smut is hot af, and the way the characters act feels so frustratingly real it hurts me and gives me life at the same time. I'm in love with Rhaenyra in this one, she's not only the gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss we all know and love, she's also unapologetically kinky in such a pure and wholesome way, it's truly fascinating. She's everything, really. Also, Baelon and Alyssa couple goals.
Bad Vibes by sweetestsorrows (katschako): Modern AU. Finished. Twins at college. From the amazing author of Ānogar Hūra, filled with angst, guilt, passion, jealousy and all those equally beautiful and nasty feelings. Another one-shot that feels much more than that and could totally have a follow-up, in my humble opinion.
Violet-Eyed Jealousy by ginvael: Canon Divergence AU. Finished. A pretty interesting premise, with low honor Daemyra going for it despite knowingly hurting Daemon's OC son's feelings. Very twisted and with a bittersweet, partly tragic ending, but definitely worth the time.
Dream a Little Dream of Me by sweetestsorrows (katschako): Incubus AU. Finished. Similar to Vampire AU in that both fics start in canon timeline (this one follows book canon to a T). Daemon is doomed to live for all eternity, never able to find peace until he finds Rhaenyra again to try to make things up to her after all that went down in the war and their tragic canon endings. It's a fascinating story, haunting, emotional and beautiful.
*Jan 3rd, 2024.
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oodlyenough · 3 months
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fic 20 questions
1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 127...! I have had the account since 2009, lol.
2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 707,519
3. what fandoms do you write for? Generally I only write for one at a time, which is currently Ace Attorney. Not counting the odd one-offs for ask memes over the years, the other big ones were Arcane, Borderlands, Doctor Who and the wizard books.
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
Commutative Law (Arcane)
Window of Opportunity (Arcane)
Where the Air is Rarefied (HP)
Prestidigitation (Arcane)
Contingency Planning (Arcane)
Lmao, 4 of 5 written in 2022. You can see the power of writing m/m in a popular new fandom VS my entire other library at the time. Admittedly at some point I made a concerted effort to try and knock HP down from top spot, which was successful. For now. Jayvik fandom has quieted down a lot.
5. do you respond to comments? Yes. Sometimes it takes a while because if it's a particularly thoughtful comment I try to give a particularly thoughtful reply, and it can take time to gather my thoughts.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm going to discount oneshots because the tone in one-shots tends to be more consistent throughout the piece rather than being about the "ending" yknow.
So probably King and Country, a Doctor Who fic cowritten with @go-ldy way back when. Technically a happy ending if you factor in immense amounts of off-screen couples therapy lmao. But we had originally written something much simpler and happier, and it didn't fit the story at all, so we went back and wrote something heavier for the closing chapter, which is why it sticks in my mind.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think probably Anachronism, the 95k Borderlands epic. I had always had a rough image of the four main characters happy together by the end, and it was also my swansong in Borderlands fandom, so I wanted it to be an optimistic, happy ending (especially in contrast to whatever the hell is going on in the canon there now lmfaoooo). Plus the rest of the fic was quite angsty, and the ending was hopeful and happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not in recent memory. Once upon a time I got a couple disgruntled comments in Doctor Who fandom, and perhaps funniest of all found people complaining about my fic on LJ in French, unaware I read French.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope I'm a big baby who gets too embarrassed. I've written some pretty soft-focus M rated stuff but nothing I think could rightly be called smut.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I wrote a short joke crossover between Doctor Who and Inspector Spacetime, the Doctor Who parody from Community. I don't think that one made the leap from Teaspoon to AO3 actually.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a number of times. It's very flattering. Mostly Borderlands fics and mostly into Russian iirc, but there's been a few over the years. Sometimes people ask, and I say "sure, drop me a link!" and I never hear back, so I'm not sure if they forgot to link or just never finished translating to begin with.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? My longest and best DW fics with @go-ldy way back when! Not so much since.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I'm gonna be real it always just feels like whatever I'm into at the moment. And, actually, not necessarily something I write fic for -- like Pricefield is an all-timer for me, easy, but I have never written fic and I haven't read all that much either. If I were narrowing to tree, one of "each" lol, probably Doctor/Rose, Pricefield and Narumitsu.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Don't have any. I know I will never finish them (RIP Fixer-Upper and Silly Love Songs) as I've lost interest in those fandoms.
16. What are your writing strengths? I'd like to think I am good at packing emotional and/or character beats into a concise scene or story. Adding missing scenes or elaborating on canon scenes to give some additional depth or meaning without really deviating from the source.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Definitely plot. I will get stumped on the technicalities of things for ages -- I might know an emotional scene I'd like to write, but hell if I know how to get them there. It's why I primarily write one-shots. Also I struggle with any kind of scenery or set description.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I avoid it as much as I can. (Which so far has been entirely, lol.) I don't speak any other languages well enough to write dialogue in them and feel awkward relying on Google translate or hitting up random friends to do that work for me. I am more likely to use the "said something in [language]" approach.
19. First fandom you wrote for? I actually can't be sure but I think it was 101 Dalmatians. The animated one. When I was like, 7.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I'm gonna cheat and do one per fandom:
Anachronism (Borderlands) -> biggest, most complicated, plotty fic I have ever written, with four main characters and every combination of relationship between them as the focus. Took 3 damn years. Very proud of it.
Unravel (Ace Attorney) -> total recency bias here but I'm very happy with it and it scratched a very particular itch for me, fleshing out a relationship and characters that exist mostly in the fringes of canon, something I used to do lots of but haven't in recent years
Contingency Planning (Arcane) -> an emotional sucker punch fic in my humble opinion, happiest with it
Out of the Howling (Doctor Who, with @go-ldy) -> actually I had a hard time picking a DW fic. But this was our last together and most complex, so it wins. Also the Master is fun as hell to write.
I am supposed to tag people! I am not sure who else has already been tagged. Do it or don't, I'm not your boss, happy new year 🎊 @annalyticall @heavybreathingcatt @sandboxer @mutxnts @tinsnip @tlonista @themirokai
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Hotch x Fem! BAU member 300 follower celebration 💕
Hi babes! I took a short break from my fics to write this so I hope you enjoy 💕 thank you so much for 300 followers. Ily all so very much 🥰
Comfort, fluff, Softie Hotch, mutual pining, age gap, size kink, p-n-v, oral, dirty talk, accidental sexting that leads to real sex? Idk lmao. It's a bit of a slow burn but I promise it gets really filthy towards the end ☺️
Word count: 7.7k
Not proofread so don’t come for me lmao
This was not meant for me.
That didn't stop my eyes from scanning her barely covered body more times than I could count, zooming in on her chest, her nipples erect and peaking through the thin fabric of her bra. I wanted to stop myself from staring at how well her panties fit on her hips, hugging them in all of the right places.
The accompanying message was asking for her groupchat's opinion on if she should get a spray tan for our upcoming trip to the beach. We'd planned to go as a unit, and as the newest member of the BAU, she'd taken quickly to the current women of the group. She and Penelope were nearly inseparable outside of work, and when JJ and Emily weren't busy together, the four of them were a power group. They did everything together; it was quite sweet, endearing even.
I let my fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of how to proceed. I could give her my honest opinion, or I could do nothing and let her realize her mistake. It wasn't that I was upset, it couldn't have been further from the truth. I'd wanted her since she showed up in my office, her hair pushed back away from her face with a headband, letting me soak in all of her gorgeous features. She was so eager to work under me that we all accepted her with open arms. It was hard not to. She brought fresh baked cookies and other delicious treats every time we boarded the jet, and we'd all became fans of nights where she and Rossi would tag team dinner.
She was really hard not to fall for. I'd watched so many cops, detectives, all over the country, after her affection, but she'd always point to the wedding ring on her finger.
She wasn't married, and never had been. But she'd gotten tired of getting hit on constantly, so she started wearing it and using her 'husband' to avoid advances. Most of the time, it worked. Other times, I would interject, question the man's professionalism, and she'd always thank me after.
I was conflicted. The longer I sat and gawked at her, leaving her on read, the longer time I gave her to question my own morality. I decided to reply, as casually as possible without embarrassing her.
I think you'll tan just fine on the beach this weekend.
Within seconds of delivering, she was calling me, stumbling over an apology before I could even get a greeting out. She was panicked, flustered. It was cuter than it should have been, listening to her try to explain how the photo found its way to a thread of messages between us rather than her girlfriends.
"Y/n, you don't have to apologize, it was a simple mistake. If it makes you feel any better, I really don't think you need a spray tan."
"It oddly enough makes me feel a lot better," she chuckled, winded from her string of apologies.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping? We leave out early in the morning," I tried my best to change the subject, mostly because I really wanted to keep her on the phone. I was still in the office, despite the fact we were all technically on AL.
"Says the man who hasn't left his office," she shot back, and the undeniable squeak of her rolling chair told me she was only a flight of stairs away from me. I had kept the blinds drawn because I'd be going out of town, and I wanted the privacy of my office to remain untampered with.
"I thought I was the only one who worked off the clock," I sighed, standing to my feet and peeking through the blinds. She was mostly casual, in her jeans and her black tank top, her phone nestled between her ear and her shoulder as she scribbled away at her desk.
"Sorry to disappoint you," she tsked, closing up her notebook. If she felt my gaze on her, she didn't let it show.
"Why don't you come up and have a drink with me, and then we can both leave for the night?"
I stalked over to my door and pushed it open just a fraction, giving her no time to respond before I was hanging up the phone and retrieving the two of us a glass along with a bottle of scotch I kept tucked away for especially hard nights.
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You weren't sure what to expect when you crept up the stairs and into Hotch's office. The sight of him with his tie dangling loosely around his neck, and his head leaned back into the cushions like he'd just finally decided to relax after a month had your stomach in knots before you could even shut the door behind you. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks when he didn't budge at your arrival, instead he patted the empty seat next to him, his eyes closed, hand clutching his drink.
You closed the distance between yourself and the couch in a few short strides, mustering every ounce of courage you had to sit down next to him and accept the drink he'd offered you.
"Being away from this place for a few days will be refreshing," he said finally, tipping his glass back and welcoming the burn. You did the same, sinking into the cushions next to him, close but yet still so far from the man you'd wanted since your first week in the BAU. He was exactly your type: strong, powerful, dominant. He was off limits in so many ways if you wanted to stay on the team, and that was a sad reality you'd been wrestling with for the last 8 months that you'd worked beneath him.
"I've never been to the beach," you replied, earning a questioning look from him in response. You shrugged, taking another long sip of the amber liquid. In a way, the scotch reminded you of his eyes, the same golden brown hue, and the same lust-driven affects.
"That just means we'll have to make it a weekend to remember," he winked, causing the butterflies to erupt in your empty stomach. You almost thought he was flirting with you, but you shook it off as excitement for his first break in ages.
"Garcia has an itinerary for the first 12 hours," you groaned, and he chuckled, elbow touching yours slightly. He made no effort to move his arm, if anything, he let it go parallel with yours until your pinkies were brushing against one another. It was purely innocent, and adorably fucking sweet. You tried to hide how giddy being close to him made you feel, tried to swallow the growing feelings for your boss, but you couldn't choke them down.
"Do you think you could pencil me in for dinner one night? I can't have you at the beach and not take you to the best restaurant on the board walk," he asked, voice the tiniest bit unsteady as he waited for your answer.
"Is that allowed?" You didn't mean to blurt it out, but you wanted to cover all of the bases before you risked your job to go to dinner with your boss.
"We're technically on vacation. It's allowed if you're okay with it, of course."
You nodded, your words caught in your throat, the fantasies of making him your own playing in overdrive in your head. He was everything you wanted in a man and more, and he was asking you to dinner.
"If you want to leave your car, I'll drive you home and pick you up in the morning," he suggested, and somehow you managed to squeak out that was fine, though your voice sounded a million miles away to you. He offered you his hand before he stood to his feet, bringing you along with him. You made your way to the parking garage and climbed into his SUV, taking a deep breath while he walked around to the drivers side. Once he was in the vehicle, his tie was gone completely, tossed in the backseat with his briefcase and blazer. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the muscles beneath the cotton white fabric. You wanted to reach out and hold his hand across the console, but he'd only invited you to dinner, not to be his girlfriend.
"What time are you getting up?" His voice cut through your thoughts, so you told him about the 4am alarm time you'd set so you and the rest of the team could meet at Waffle House before making the drive to the beach.
"You don't mind riding in with me?" His confidence was gone for a moment as he glanced over at you, features mostly hidden by the night, but in the soft green glow of the street lights, you could see the sliver of doubt behind his eyes.
"Not unless it's a problem for you," you weren't sure if he'd want the entire team seeing the two of you together and suspecting something before you even had a chance to figure out what that 'something' was.
"It's not. Not at all."
His voice remained neutral as he pulled up to your apartment building, shutting off the engine so he could walk you to your floor. He stood towering behind you, a gentle, guiding hand placed on the small of your back as you led the way. He stopped at the elevator, signaling he'd gone as far as he intended to for the evening.
"I'll be here around 4:30, is that okay?"
You nodded, giving him a small wave as he waited for the doors to slide open. A hint of a smile crept onto his lips as he waved back, promising to see you in the morning. You weren't sure how you were supposed to sleep after Hotch turned your night upside down. Instead, you packed an array of outfits to choose from and prayed to God that Penelope in all of her night owl behavior hadn't chosen tonight to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
"I swear if our trip and my only shot to see Derek Morgan sunbathing beachside is ruined because we have a case—" she was wide awake now if she wasn't already.
"It isn't that. Something just happened and I need to tell you and ask what to do."
"Spill it sister."
So you spent the next half hour debating whether your date with Hotch was merely for a weekend hookup or if he looked at you the same way you saw him.
"He does seem to be more protective of you than anyone else. I thought it was because you were the newest and youngest member but now that I think about it..."
Garcia's trailing thoughts had you questioning every experience you'd had with Hotch prior to now. Sure, he was oddly always where you needed him, but he was that staple for everyone on the team, not just you.
"He's going to be here in like four hours, Garcia. We're riding to Waffle House together," her audible gasp let you know that she was equally as surprised as you were when he agreed to come.
"We already asked like ten times," she pouted, and your lips curled into a celebratory grin because you'd done the one thing they couldn't, and that was get Hotch to participate in all group activities on and off the clock.
"You better get some sleep. I'll adjust the itinerary to make room for your date," she purred, leaving your heart racing in anticipation for the weekend to come.
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We pulled into the drive of Rossi's beach house around 2 pm, and nearly everyone took off to their respective rooms to take a nap. The door adjacent to mine stayed open however, so Y/N had no intentions of sleeping. Instead, I watched as she unpacked her things and folded them neatly in the drawers of the dresser in her room.
"Not tired?"
She turned sharply at my voice, barely above a whisper. Even though we were on the third floor, a bathroom and a study the only other rooms, the house was quiet, and I didn't want to alert anyone who may have been awake.
"I don't know how they can all sleep with the beach a hundred yards away," she chuckled, her lavender sundress barely meeting the middle of her thighs. She motioned for me to come in so I stepped over the threshold and into the room she'd occupy for the next three days. There was a door in the far corner that separated her room from mine, a simple lock the only thing keeping us apart all weekend. I hadn't spent a lot of time with her outside of the office, but if she was willing, this weekend would be the beginning of a change to that routine.
"I'm starving. I was thinking if you aren't tired, we could grab something for lunch."
She was all smiles as she followed me up the short paved path to a small private beach, the boardwalk a short distance from Dave's property. We started the short walk, her eyes filled with wonder the entire time.
"Next year we'll go to Atlantic City," surely if this was an eye opener for her, somewhere more busy and entertaining would keep her happy nonstop. I hated the sand. Even now, in my polo and khakis, I felt more out of place than usual, and oddly enough I missed my tie, but the smile on her face was worth the trek through the sand.
"Isn't Atlantic City casinos and drinking? I'll pass," she giggled, the sun already beginning to kiss her cheeks in the most amazing way. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store for her radiance, once a full day of splashing in the ocean had her glowing.
"Maybe next year I'll win and we go somewhere secluded," I joked, leading her to a gyro stand that I always visited when I was in town. Satisfied with my choice, we chose a cozy table for two and fell into what felt like the most normal meal I'd had in ages. The quiet parts weren't awkward, and we always managed to find something to talk about. I figured with our rather large age gap, we'd have nothing in common, but the woman who loved James Bond movies and knew 80's cinema better than Reid kept me surprised every time she opened her pretty little mouth.
"JJ texted. Everyone's going out for lunch and sight seeing after," she announced, slipping her phone back into her purse and directing her attention to me.
I certainly didn't want to look like a tourist, and I assumed it was Dave's idea to get everyone out of the house in the first place, because if anyone had been campaigning for me to ask Y/n out, it was Dave. He'd send us alone nearly any chance he could get, despite my earlier protests about her age and my position on the team. He assured me if things were serious later on, that's when it would matter, but for now I should follow my instincts.
"What do you want to do? We can join the others, or we can find something else to do," I suggested, a grin forming on my face at the way she perked up when I suggested staying together.
"They were playing Goldfinger at that tiny theater we passed on the way in," she reminded me, and even though I'd seen it ten times, another time with her wouldn't hurt.
"Goldfinger it is then. We better hurry or we'll miss the previews."
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After a double feature of Goldfinger and Skyfall, it was dark and you were both starving. Once your eyes adjusted, you realized it was just as dark outside, the sun nearly setting in the distance. You'd told JJ and the others what you guys were doing, and they were out for dinner also, but you and Hotch had other plans. On the opposite end of the boardwalk was a hole in the wall Italian restaurant that he'd been raving about since you crossed the state line, and luckily enough, you were the only patrons.
"I'm so glad we came here," you told him, his hand finding yours as he slid into the booth beside you. It was the first attempt at contact he'd made all day, though you could tell he'd tried hard not to hold your hand in the theater. Instead, it rested on the chair back behind your head, barely avoiding your shoulders. You caught him several times eyeing the tiny straps of your dress, which made you blush like mad because all you could think about was him taking your dress off. You'd hoped the weekend would end with opening up to him in more ways than just one, if he was okay with it.
"I'd suggest something to you but it's all good," he marveled, scanning the menu until he'd decided. You told him you'd have whatever he was having, and that made him smile a real smile, one you hadn't seen until now. You hoped it was the first of many.
Once the waiter took your order, his body shifted towards you and his hand gave yours a gentle, loving squeeze.
"If you aren't tired of movies, Dave has an extensive collection in the room across from yours," he said hopefully, and you quickly agreed to a night of cozying in with Hotch, especially if it meant the night didn't have to end yet. You were having the best time, and the lines between superior and team member and something more were starting to blur rapidly, and you considered that a really good thing. You'd promised yourself that if he wanted it as much as you did, then there was nothing left to question. You'd gladly give yourself to him no matter what the consequences.
"Lucky for us our rooms are so close," you were ready to take things a bit further, see where his boundaries were, if he had any. You had certainly left yours back at Quantico the night before.
"I wanted to have you close this weekend," he admitted, cheeks heating up slightly as he took another sip of his water. The waiter had suggested wine but you wanted the night to be clear so everyone was sure of the decisions they were making. You had a suspicion that Aaron skipped wine for the same reason.
"I'll be as close as you'll have me."
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The house was full but as quiet as we'd left it, the activities of the day exhausting everyone. We were saving the beach for a day when we'd had a full nights rest, so everyone had turned in early for the night, which worked to our advantage. We crept upstairs and as soon as we'd changed clothes, she unlatched the lock that kept the door joining our rooms shut and she was climbing into the bed that was mine for the weekend. She made herself comfortable, leaning back on the mound of pillows as I popped in the next Bond film. I had no plans on watching this one, unless she just absolutely wanted to. I was climbing in next to her, letting her lean into me and shelter me with her warmth.
"You smell like sunshine," she came a bit closer, unsure of where to put her hands as she finally settled on taking one of mine, so I wrapped my free arm around her and tried to settle my nerves. It had been a long time since I'd held anyone, and she was much bolder than I was. I noticed as I held her hand that her fake wedding ring was gone, a faded tan line in its place.
"I figured I wouldn't need it today," she lifted her hand, sucking in a breath when I pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Giving my affection to another person terrified me, but if anyone had it, I wanted it to be her. In seconds, her hands were pulling me to her and her mouth was hovering inches from mine, waiting on my green light. Once I was finally kissing her, none of the nervous jitters mattered anymore, it felt like things were going exactly the way the needed to go without my interference, and nature was taking it's proper course.
I pulled her into my lap and let my hands wander across her body, her tank top straps falling off her shoulders, her stomach slightly exposed. She lifted her arms and let me toss her shirt aside, leaving her topless on my lap.
"You're so gorgeous. Let me look at you," for the first time since I'd known her she seemed shy for a moment, so I tried my best to ease her nerves some. I ran a cautious hand down the middle of her back, feeling the goosebumps that arrived on her skin shortly after. She guided my free hand to her breast, giving me a small nod of approval before she let me explore her body with my hands.
"I can't believe you really thought you needed a spray tan. You're glowing and we've barely been here a day," I marveled, admiring her tan skin and how angelic she looked against the white comforter.
"Think we'd be doing this if I hadn't sent you that picture on accident?" The small gasp that escaped her lips was intoxicating as I rolled her nipple between my fingers, causing it to harden under my touch.
"I've wanted this to happen for a while now. I just didn't know how to say it," I brought her nipple to my mouth and groaned immediately at the moan that fell from her lips as she pushed her chest forward and grabbed on to the back of my head, urging me to continue. I was thankful for the privacy of the third floor and being far enough from the team that she didn't need to muffle her moans too much. She was so dainty, so much smaller than me in every way that she felt fragile, but at the same time she was flexible and nimble enough that her size could be used to our advantage in the future. I'd fantasized more than once about having her against the walls of my office at home; too many late nights working and a wild imagination had me daydreaming about her everywhere, and now it was a reality.
"Every inch of you is perfect," her nails met my back, treading the waters as she lightly raked them across my shoulders. The sensation that swept over my body had me begging her to do it again, groaning when she increased the pressure just a fraction. Her perfectly manicured fingers were marking me up in the best way, a sensual reminder of having her for the first time.
Her hips were grinding against mine, desperate for me, and I couldn't get enough of it.
"You don't need these clothes," I patted the empty space next to me so she could slide off of me and I could climb on top of her, dragging her sweatpants down her hips before I situated myself next to her, her pink panties the only piece of clothing left on her. I tossed my shirt and let her unbutton my pants, lifting my hips so she could help me shrug them off. Feeling self conscious didn't even cross my mind, I was already so comfortable with her that easing in felt like a waste of time; I wanted to dive in headfirst to whatever life with her looked like.
"You're so sexy, Aaron," her breath was hot on my neck and my name had rolled so effortlessly off her tongue that I had to bite back a moan, letting my eyes flutter shut as she smothered me in affection, her arms wrapped around my neck and her tongue tangled with mine. I tugged her legs apart, teasing her clothed center with my fingertips. She was soaked through her panties, whimpering at my touch already.
"You're so wet for me already, sweet girl," she let her legs fall open the rest of the way, welcoming my touch, needy for it as her hips bucked and wiggled. I pushed past the waistband of her panties and let my fingers find her warmth, a sigh of ecstasy escaping her when I made contact with her throbbing clit. Her brows were pulled together, mouth slightly agape as I began to learn her body. I slowly worked a finger inside of her and she clenched around me immediately, begging me to give her more. I propped up on my elbow, slipping another digit inside of her.
"So fucking tight, I can't wait to feel you," the filthier I was, the more she stopped holding back. My filter was long gone, replaced by desire to make her squirm like no other man before or after me. She looked properly fucked already, a thin layer of sweat on her brow and her eyes pinched tightly together as I fucked her with my fingers. She came soon after, gushing on my fingers like my own personal water fountain of pleasure.
"That's it, good girl. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue now, is that alright?" I was already climbing between her thighs, nestling between her legs and spreading her lips open to expose her clit. Her hands fell to my hair as she guided my mouth to her sex, tossing her head back as I tasted her for the first time.
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You were trying not to scream, but his mouth just felt that good. Truthfully, you didn't mind to wake the entire house, but you were behaving for Aaron's sake. He looked more peaceful than you'd ever seen him, buried between your legs, his tongue working overtime to make you cum over and over. You couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched you like this, and you'd certainly never felt as desired as you did right now.
The thing that had shocked you the most considering he was so broody and quiet unless you were working was how vocal he was in his neediness for you. It was so sexy how he told you exactly what he was thinking, no matter how explicit. He made no attempt to hide how much he wanted you, how happy you were making him just by letting him have his way with you. You were in the most blissful state, his tongue tracing lazy circles on your clit as he teased you with his fingers.
"Could spend all weekend long just like this," his voice shot vibrations through your entire body, making your legs shake and your hips buck upward involuntarily. His grip on your waist tightened as he moaned into you, sending you over the edge quicker than you could blink. Your nails showed no mercy on his shoulders, which kept a ghost of a smirk on his cocky lips. You were sure his massive hands had marked your body up as well, and you'd wear every mark as a proud souvenir. You were his entirely now; he'd already made sure you'd never be completely satisfied without him, and he hadn't even fucked you yet.
As if he read your mind, he was pulling himself
up onto his knees and lining himself up with you, dragging you off the pillows and pulling your legs in the air to rest against his chest. You had the perfect view of him shimmying his boxers down and exposing his length, pumping his thick, throbbing member at the sight of you waiting to take him.
"You'll stop me if it's too much, right?"
With a quick nod and your hands pulling at the back of his legs, he slid into you, stretching and filling you in a way you'd never experienced. Whole was the first word to come to mind, but it was quickly replaced by the slamming of Aaron's hips against yours and his hand flying over your mouth to muffle the scream that followed.
"As soon as we get back home and I can take you to my bed, you can make all the noise you want, but I need you to be good and stay quiet, okay?" He never stopped fucking you, just waited for you to be quiet so he could move his hand. You did your best to keep the noise to a minimum as he fucked you, his hands tangled in your hair.
"You feel even better than I imagined, sweetheart. Can I cum inside of you?"
You gave him an eager nod and told him you were on birth control, which almost immediately caused him to finish, his dick twitching inside of you as he gave you every last drop of cum he had to offer. You were more than satisfied with how your first night of vacation was going, and the only thing that could make it better was still having Aaron after the weekend was over.
He was still trying to catch his breath, reaching out to cradle your face before pulling up his boxers and finding you a towel. Once you were cleaned up he offered you the t-shirt he'd been wearing and popped in another movie, climbing in the bed once more and wrapping his arms around you.
"Will you sleep in here with me tonight?"
He was asking you to stay, opening his arms for you to crawl into like you'd done it every night for years. You immediately relaxed into him, kissing his cheek as you settled in at his side.
"Tomorrow we'll see the beach. And I know everyone else is staying until Monday, but I was hoping you'd head back with me Sunday and maybe we could spend the rest of our vacation just the two of us."
You weren't due back in the office until Thursday, so you quickly agreed, drifting off to sleep shortly after.
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"Come on, Aaron, it's almost 7 am!"
The sun was barely creeping over the horizon and we were the first people on the beach, her chair already placed in the sand along with her beach bag. She'd insisted on getting up early and having breakfast together on the beach, which meant we were up before everyone else and got a nice head start.
"Slow down! I'm getting sand in my shoes," she was already setting things up and I was trailing behind, trying to carry more chairs and a bag of my own. She came to help, taking my bag and giving me a strange look.
"You're not really planning to work while we're at the beach, are you?" Her hands met her hips and I couldn't help but giggle at her. That is exactly what I'd planned to do.
"Once we get back and it's just us, no work. I promise. But for now, I just have a few things to finish writing up. Couple hours, tops."
She seemed satisfied with my answer, and soon enough, JJ, Penelope and Emily were all joining us on the beach, groaning at the light even through their sunglasses.
"Rossi got us day drunk yesterday," Garcia groaned, slathering on sunscreen as the rest of them nodded in unison.
"Speaking of, where did you two disappear to all day long?" JJ whispered at my side, the two of us watching as she and Emily helped Garcia set up the chairs.
"We uh, went to the movies and had dinner. Came back here and everyone was asleep."
"Sounds like a nice first date," she winked, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks at the idea of having her alone in my house in a days time.
"It was. Obviously I need to keep this quiet for now, JJ. Beyond this team, we work together."
She tsked and shrugged her shoulders, knowing that's how things had started months ago with her and Emily, and now everyone knew about them. It wasn't an issue because it didn't compromise their ability to perform adequately.
"But for how long? Because you haven't taken your eyes off of her."
She was right. How was I supposed to put on a facade now that I'd had her for myself? It would be nearly impossible, but luckily the people I was around the most knew something was going on, so there was no cause to worry until new circumstances arose. I joined her and our friends, listening to the soft chatter of voices as they all rehashed events from the drive up and the night before.
"Spence almost drove Morgan crazy on the way up," JJ nodded toward the house, where the two men were already arguing about something. It was all in good teasing fun, but they were entertaining, especially on car rides as long as ours.
"Hotch! We need you to settle a debate," Morgan called, eyes darting between Y/n and me as his eyebrows shot up in a questioning look. I gave him a subtle nod and joined him a good distance away from the ladies to see what all the fuss was about.
"Morgan thinks that you can't just be attracted to someone based on personality alone," Reid stated, to which Morgan rolled his eyes playfully.
"All I'm saying is, you don't sleep with a woman for her personality."
"He has a point, Reid."
"I know he does, but-"
I put up my hands in surrender and gestured to the beach behind me.
"Go play in the water and quit arguing, please."
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An early morning made for an even earlier night, everyone tiring out and settling in for dinner around 5 pm. We all opted to cook together, which ended with the men drinking and watching the women work effortlessly in the kitchen from the living room.
"You're very obvious, if you didn't already know," Rossi was at my side, nudging me with his elbow.
"I have no reason not to be. Everyone knows," I said proudly, a perpetual smile on my face, pulled so tight I couldn't wipe it away if I wanted to.
"I think this trip was the best idea I've had in ages," he boasted, refilling my glass. I wanted to take it easy on the alcohol so I didn't have a massive hangover on the drive back home.
"There's a retro theater about ten minutes away that you should check out before we leave."
I told him about our Bond double feature, our plans to leave early in the morning so we could spend the rest of our vacation alone, which he wasn't happy about, but quickly forgave me for it anyway.
"Sounds like you're finally taking my advice. If you leaving early means we'll all come home to a smiling face in the office on Thursday, be our guest."
"You don't think I'm moving too quickly, do you, Dave?"
He shook his head, patting my back and giving me a goofy grin.
"You're both adults. You move at the speed the universe takes you."
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After you'd ate dinner and had a shower, Hotch was tapping lightly on the door that connected your rooms. You'd already found clothes to sleep in and had curled up in your previously unused bed.
"I found a copy of True Lies in Dave's study. It's not Bond, but it's close," he held up the dvd for you to see, popping it in the player and joining you in your bed. Your arms opened up for him and he climbed in them happily, letting you hold him as he used your lap as a pillow.
"What time are we heading out in the morning?"
"Is 6 okay? I wanted you to be able to sleep some," his hands gently massaged your thighs, his fingers tracing shapes on your sun kissed skin.
"6 is fine. I didn't tell anyone we were leaving."
He shrugged, head leaned back in your lap so he could look up at you.
"I told Dave earlier. He wasn't surprised," you were shocked he'd told anyone, considering whatever you two were doing was still fresh and new.
"I don't think anyone was surprised," all your friends weren't shocked in the least, they'd all been sitting around waiting on either of you to make a move, and Hotch had decided this weekend was the perfect time. The entire team, you excluded, had seen it coming.
"I would have said something sooner. I've known for a long time that you're who I want. I just had to be sure you felt the same or it would make working together difficult," he chuckled lightly, reaching up to caress your face. You leaned into his touch, feeling more secure than you had in a long time.
"I thought maybe I was too young for you," you admitted, although that and a list of other insecurities had kept you from saying anything until it was obvious how he felt about you.
"I don't mind if you don't mind," he said softly, and you didn't mind at all. In fact, the flecks of gray in his sideburns and the rigid manliness of his demeanor were two of the things you admired most about him.
"It was...a lot of things. Honestly, I thought you were too good for me," you whispered, leaning back suddenly as he sat upright, pulling you into his arms.
"You're not serious, are you?"
You nodded, and he sighed before he pulled you in for a kiss. His mouth was enough to erase every worry you had, his tongue dancing wildly against yours. He pulled you up to straddle him, groaning when your hips met his and your center rocked against him, already stiff and needy through his pajamas.
"You are so out of my league it isn't even funny," he mumbled between kisses, his hands guiding your hips in all the right places, providing just enough friction to have you aching, your panties a slippery mess inside of your shorts.
"You can't honestly think that," you were finding it hard to focus with his hands swiftly undressing you so he could cover your chest in love marks. He wore a satisfied grin the entire time, your moans just motivating him further.
"I do think that. You're fantastic in every way," his tongue swirled around your nipple, one after the other until they were both sensitive and flushed, playing with you almost as if you were his new favorite toy.
"Can I show you how gorgeous I think you are? Let me convince you," he laid you down gently, throwing his own shirt aside and hovering over you so he could kiss you again, this time with so much passion you had to squeeze your thighs together to deliver some of the pressure that was building in your core. He sensed your desperation and was eager to help, sliding your panties down enough so you could kick them down the rest of the way. His fingers slid through your drenched folds, a low groan coming from his chest when he admired his finger, slicked and soaked with arousal. You felt your mouth fall open when he sucked his finger clean, closing his eyes and savoring how you tasted.
"So fucking sweet. Are you always going to be this wet for me, sweetheart?"
All you could do was nod, star struck as he lowered himself between your legs, slowly, cautiously, as if all of his focus was now on you and the pleasure he could give you. His eyes darkened dramatically as he licked a stripe directly through your center, vibrating your core with his rumbling voice.
"Made just for me, isn't that right, sweetheart?"
His fingers dexterously spread you open so his tongue could work on your almost sensitive spot, his lips brushing your clit lightly in a sensual kiss unlike any you'd ever experienced. Once more and you were a writhing mess, your back arching off the mattress. You came with a shudder, causing Aaron to cease all movement until he knew you were okay.
"So sensitive, but it feels so fucking good," you whined as the rough pads of his thumb pressed gently on your clit, ghosting circles over your swollen flesh.
"You're doing so well, sweet girl. Can you handle my fingers and my mouth at the same time, or will it be too much?"
"I can handle it," you were eager, desperate, spreading yourself open so his hands were unoccupied. He eased a finger into you, and then another, curling them into you as his lips latched on to your clit. The combination of his massive fingers filling you and his mouth satisfying your every desire made your head spin. You'd listened to him silence a room with a single sentence and now he was in your bed, keeping you quiet in an entirely new way.
"I love to feel you clench around my fingers," the proud smile he wore was a clear indication of how much fun he was truly having, his cheeky grin contagious. He glanced up at you long enough to catch a glimpse of your smile before he was diving back between your thighs, purely lost in you.
“I can’t wait to get you back home so I can hear all the pretty little sounds you can make,” he teased, his finger curling perfectly inside you, just enough pressure to have you unraveling at the seams. He knew exactly how to make you feel like you were on cloud nine, and for a moment you had to focus on catching your breath.
“Jesus, Aaron, aren’t you tired?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Then switch spots with me. I want your dick in my mouth,” he wasn’t planning to stop until you made him, and he’d been having all of the fun up until now. You had imagined this moment a million times in your mind, but usually it took place somewhere forbidden, like beneath his desk in his office. Now, with him splayed across the bed like some sort of deity, his cock begging to be freed from the restricting waistband of his boxers, you couldn’t wait to give him exactly what he’d secretly been waiting for.
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I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to get any better than this, watching her flatten her tongue against my member before she took the majority of it in her mouth. I was nearly melting into the pillows, my hips feverishly bucking to meet her mouth. She took all of me with ease, opening her mouth entirely to take my cock in the back of her throat. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her moans rattled my body, the sensation making me see stars.
“Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your throat,” she couldn’t help but smile, swirling her tongue around the tip and working her free hand on my length.
“I’ve dreamed of having you like this,” she whispered before taking me back in her mouth. I felt my cock bottom out at the back of her throat, constricting and tightening the more she hollowed her cheeks. It was sloppy and intimate and so fucking hot.
“Dreamed of me fucking your throat just like this?”
Her mhm was muffled, strained and gravelly against my cock, shooting electricity all the way to my toes. I wanted to finish inside of her, buried as deep as I could go in her.
“Come ride me,” my dick fell from her mouth with a plop and in seconds she was hovering above me, using her hand to line me up with her so she could sink down on me.
“You fit me like a glove,” she began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first until she found her rhythm. I held her hips, guiding her through every slow stroke, watching her face contort in pleasure as she came, nails digging into my arms for support. She leaned forward just enough for me to slam into her, holding her in place above me.
“Please don’t stop, I’m begging you,” she breathed, raising up on her knees at the perfect angle for me to hit her sweet spot. I was dangerously close, my thrusts getting sloppier, more urgent.
“One more time, sweet girl. You’re so close,” her eyes squeezed shut and I felt her constrict around me, her grip on my arms tight as she moaned my name. I pulled her onto my length and came hard, the two of us tangled together in a mess of sweat and bedsheets. The clock on the bedside table read 10:05 pm, and I knew we were both exhausted. We had a long drive ahead of us the next day.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll get some sleep,” she nodded, yawning wide as she leaned back on the pillows, letting me clean her off and tuck her in. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow, the light lull of her breathing the only sound in the room as I crawled in next to her, lucky to finally have her by my side.
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6, 12, 20, 23 & 25 for Sawashiro!
CHARACTER ASK GAME!!! 💫
6. What's something you have in common with this character?
I feel like I'd have to make the understatement of the century to make any of my experiences or characteristics sound equivalent to his LMAO but with something like the wiki, I can definitely relate to his frustrations with feeling like people don't pull their own weight or listen to my instructions, and I definitely don't hold back in expressing that. For better and for worse...
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
I guess it's semi-canon because of RGGO, but I like to think he wears perfume. Definitely something floral based on the petals in his heat aura...
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
Arakawa bro this is NOT a QUESTION😭😭😭😭😭I'm certainly curious what his relationships with with various characters will be like in Infinite Wealth, but I don't think he'll ever have what he had with Arakawa again...
23. Favorite picture of this character?
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There are a lot of pictures of him I like that actually have his face in the frame (the Tsutsumi bias is UNREAL believe me), but since I have the same brain as @todayisafridaynight (whom most of my followers also follow) and he's posted them a fair few times, I'll take a moment to highlight this particular shot. It always sticks out in my mind on a symbolic level. The way he deliberately bloodies the hand that was clean...
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
I was really thrown off! I loved Sawashiro's character from RGGO and the two couldn't be more different, in both design and and personality. Learning he was a faceclaim cleared up my confusion somewhat, but I was still apprehensive I wouldn't like him as much as I did RGGO's take on his character, since he was tied with Mine for my favorite main antagonist at the time. Although he's not exactly in the running for that particular title given he isn't a final-boss-level antagonist, he is now absolutely one of my favorite characters in the franchise to date.
In terms of how my impressions evolved throughout my experience of the game, that's a little harder to track. I believe RGGS were doing playthroughs of most of Chapter 1 up to Jo's final scene in that chapter, which is all it took for me to look forward to the rest. It should be noted I specifically watched the Japanese version when it came out, about a year prior to its Western release.
I think I'd seen his second boss fight's dynamic intro/transitions prior to actually getting to that point, I believe, and Well. They Were Sexy. What can I say... Unfortunately, something else I'd seen (been told against my will, rather) before that point was the plot twist, but it does speak to the writing and execution that despite this and the fact I thought his abusive background with his father was a little hokey at the time (<- WRONG), the combination of Coin Locker Baby (the entire chapter) as well as his "scene" in the epilogue solidified him as a favorite. Even before then, I found it intriguing to note things like his deference to authority and the lore conveyed through his battles themselves and to compare and contrast him with how RGGO's Sawashiro was executed.
I couldn't honestly say who I prefer between RGGO or YLAD's Sawashiros even at the time. If nothing else, I fully believe they're both the kinds of characters who get better and better the more you revisit and discuss them--I changed my mind on Sawashiro's abusive background just from seeing how well it ties in to his scenes with the rest of the Arakawa family unit, for example. Talking to Snap very much rekindled my love for him as well, and I'm super excited to see him back in Infinite Wealth!
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LITA Ep. 4 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Ok Rain, you and I both know you didn't sleep through this honey
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Phayu looks unconvinced as well lmao - do you see this eyebrow raise?
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Slightly controversial opinion, but I actually love that I occasionally hear fabric rustling and other mic interference. It adds a messy and fun element to the scenes that make them feel more real to me. Here, we heard what is probably Phayu's shirt slide against the mic as he leans into Rain.
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The first time I watched this, I had to pause and raise my eyebrows ngl. Supremely unprepared for this relatively simple sequence and in the end highkey felt like I got slapped in the face (but in a funny way).
Boss looks so intense and good here
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Taking it from the top
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(including this shot bc wow Boss has big hands)
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and...
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(we just got to the halfway point y'all... whew)
I've never heard of this seduction technique before. Phayu, you might be the only one this works on (I feel seduced but not in a sexy way, more like if I was a cat I'd make biscuits on Rain's tummy)
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I don't have a whole lot of commentary on this part aside from they're both adorable and I love the way Phayu likes to drag Rain physically closer to him whenever they talk. I think physical touch is really important to Phayu and I love how Rain basically preens under the attention every time Phayu touches him
I have literally seen this 12 times. Every time I'm like OMFG THEY ARE ABOUT TO KISSSSSSSS
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But NO, freaking P' Saifah couldn't wait outside for one more minute. At least he has the decency to give them a countdown do-over. Phayu looks like he considering the merits of ending his twin while Rain is just distressed. I love how they framed these shots of P' Saifah with his body physically dividing the screen between Phayu and Rain's faces which are blurry in the background. This drama uses physical blocking very creatively in my opinion.
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P' Saifah I'm going to reach through the nth dimension just to SHAKE YOU I mean seriously how could you not see Phayu and Rain were having a MOMENT
But it does lead to this stellar headpat so I'm not too mad (the 7th one in the series, if I'm not mistaken), plus Rain's praise kink gets activated (seriously, just watch him reminisce about the headpat that just happened)
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AHHHH Rain looks SO HAPPY to see that Phayu wrote him a lil note and helped him out - I mean it's no wonder Phayu would bend over backwards just to put that expression on Rain's face from here on out
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Including this shot to praise the lighting directors bc it's beautiful, as is our hard at work Rain
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I think it could have been really cool if they had Rain use his lucky triangle ruler thing (that Phayu gave him) here, bc that would have been an extra layer of symbolism. I think if they were going to include it as a serendipitous plot point, it would have been better to introduce it this way rather than stick it in a glass case.
GOOD WORK BBY!!! Your reward comes later though
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AND the first thing he thinks of after is...
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LOOK at him being a responsible student! He's only got two left and then he's doneeeeee (unlike me, I still have so much to do lmao and yet here I am) - (OK I wrote this earlier part two days ago and at the time of writing this sentence I am DONEEE so me *join hands emoji* Rain: done with finals)
My plans for the next 48 hours:
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Except this boy gets revived at the thought of seeing his pseudo-bf and runs immediately bolts out of bed 2 seconds later. Ngl if I had a Phayu I'd probably do the same, but since I'm a single pringle it's just me and my clean sheets
Ok, now where have we seen almost this exact color combo before?? Mayhaps you can scroll up a couple pictures...
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Basically, I think this is the production crew's way of telling you Rain's about to get smooched by Phayu. Also Rain's changed clothes from the previous scene so he really cleaned up to go to the garage awww
I love that Rain tells himself he should be using this time to sleep, then shrugs at himself and goes to Phayu anyway. Priorities, priorities
Yay, P' Saifah is here to guide Rain to Phayu!! The in-laws are getting a lot of interaction these days hehe. Also look at how eager Rain looks here - full on puppy mode (I met a cockapoo puppy named Molly today so I know my comparison is accurate)
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I like that P' Saifah is talking Phayu up to Rain - not that Rain needs any more convincing that Phayu is the coolest mechanic ever. It's the thought that counts though.
For some reason, this shot of Rain and this shot of Phayu make me laugh. Rain's just standing there like some guy when we all know he's thee guy and Phayu is making the "this is so sus" face
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The interaction between the three of them right after is so funnyyy - my favorite part is P' Saifah calling his big bro out - this is prime younger sibling behavior. Also Phayu pretending to be a grump - he's just kiss deprived is all (that problem is about to be solved tho)
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I also like how I though Rain was going to be the possessive one but Phayu is out here with raised hackles even though P' Saifah is just being friendly to press his buttons (again, prime little sibling behavior). Please observe how pleased Rain looks about this though!
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Me + P' Saifah: Phayu you're a SIMP
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Ok I like that they included this shot of PhayuRain for no discernable reason (bc it cuts to them walking over to the other part of the garage right after it) other than to show us Phayu looking at Rain fondly with his eyebrows raised
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I also love how Rain immediately reports that his work is done (likely so he could get praised) but then Phayu counters with "did you sleep?" to which the answer is no. Rain's like "ahhh we can't win with this one uff" (don't worry bff, your reward is en route)
On to part 4!! I'm hoping it's the last one or none of you are gonna want to read it (this is a lie, there are 5 parts bc I have no self control when it comes to taking screenshots of PhayuRain)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
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Oh an FYI, for better or worse the Riverdale show is intensely inspired by Twin Peaks.
I feel like if you've ever seen twin peaks, this becomes immediately obvious within seconds of turning on Riverdale.
Like, on technicality, yes riverdale is "based on" Archie comics. And in a sense that's not totally wrong. It definitely plays with 50s aesthetics despite being set in 2000s (sort of like Twin Peaks lives in the "retro" even though it's technically not set in the past), and it uses the fact its based on a fun comic to really just have Fun going all out camp. It doesn't Care the bad guys name is Blossom like a fucking cartoon lol, it IS like one. It doesn't care the colors aren't about the realism like at all but about pretty colors, cartoons don't care if they're going for what pops. It doesn't care its calling stuff Jingle Jangle and the Serpents and the Black Hood and the Sugar Man, because hey that's exactly what a kids cartoon would do especially an older one having a fun time being ridiculous. So like yeah, in that way, you can see the comic vibe. And in a way I don't like really noticing at all and would rather ignore, it does in some ways try to keep some elements of those original core characters (which in some ways I Ah really wish Riverdale had nothing to do with an existing property because then I'd actually have no issues with it at all lol... but 1 we live in a time where almost everything is a remake adaptation prequel sequel and that's like the whole Industry top levels fault at the end of the day-.- and 2 for better and worse I think in some ways the show does actually care for the original material, which I did not expect and feel conflicted about and mostly want to avoid but it Is there if you look for it.)
Like. In a way Riverdale is if you made an Archie fanfiction Twin Peaks au. It's so Twin peaks. It screams Twin peaks for modern teenagers.
Like? Alice Cooper is the same actress that played the waitress with the abusive truck driver husband in Twin Peaks (they even use a Twin peaks image of her for the newspaper article of her younger self). Jughead's dad is one of the bad guys from Scream (and I feel like that on its own screams a LOT about horror and camp themes and references). So many shots in Riverdale (at least up to the season 2 I've watched) are direct shots from Twin Peaks. The color scheme reliance on red is Twin peaks, and the blue reliance is Riverdale playing with its own use of color the same way. The Riverdale town sign is a direct shot from Twin Peaks. Jughead and the biker gang in GENERAL and the Whyte Worm are like huge obvious parallels to the leather jacket wearing biker gang in Twin Peaks lol??? The weird dialogue, while not having the same effect at ALL of Twin peaks surreal shit, is likewise obviously trying to not be normal. Riverdale doesn't want to sound normal, it's happy to be weird as shit and whatever IT wants to be, and that's a very Twin Peaks attitude.
My dad said when Twin Peaks aired everyone thought it was so weird and interesting. And like. I'm not sure I can say I've got an opinion of Riverdale much yet, but I can say yeah... if you're used to media trying to be normal, like the other stuff, realistic, no surrealness in your media, then lmao of course Riverdale is weird. Yet if you've ever seen Twin Peaks or equally bizarre stuff, Riverdale is pretty tame and mundane and only in the shallow end of weird to be quite Frank (as of mid season 2 where I am). Like... I am DESPERATE for Riverdale to take off the training wheels for its "audience thats never seen Twin Peaks" and FINALLY go as weird as Twin Peaks! Or weirder! Give me weirder! It's still actually like... Twin Peaks episode 1 level weird, just with more camp. Riverdale hasn't even entered end of season 1 Twin Peak Bizarre levels yet.
Anyway back to my point. I think seeing it as a homage to Twin Peaks sort of makes obvious a lot of stuff that seemed... incomprehensible about Riverdale, tbh? Like... why have a biker gang, why act like you're in the past even though you're set in the present, why have a killer, why have an adult manipulating a student, why have fucked up rich people messing with the town, why have a weird bar that fights happen at, why have murders and a curfew no one listens to, why have random people hook up and have secret affairs and ties, why do people say weird shit, why are there sudden dance or singing scenes, why would a character show up doing a drug deal or hiding jewelry or trying to run away or... because Twin Peaks did. So MUCH of Riverdale is so clearly a homage to Twin Peaks.
I'm waiting for a log lady equivalent, a confusing dream sequence, a truly fucked up gambling club full of teen girls, a doppelganger, stuff Twin Peaks did that was bizarre that Riverdale hasn't even reached yet.
Tldr I just think like. It's neat. It's nice even. I like this aspect. I think a lot of early reactions I saw to Riverdale, a long long time ago back when they really were reacting to like "very ordinary plot" season 1? Was in part people reacting to a show doing some things like Twin Peaks, but they'd never seen a show do That before and so were just like wow WEIRD. And like. Fair. But also sometimes the weird feeling... is the point.
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tagged by @awildwickedslip, thank you!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
103.
2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?
1,825,148
3. What fandoms do you write for?
magicians and roswell, new mexico primarily! Also wrote a good omens fic recently but that might be a one and done for now.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
tales from a bookshop (good omens post season 2, fairly sure I'll never write anything this popular ever again because holy shit)
Lover's Touch - Queliot fic!
Promises - Queliot fic!
Maybe This Time - Queliot fic!
Fragments - Queliot fic!
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! I didn't used to in my earlier fandom days but now I'm pretty consistent about it.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I once wrote a major character death fic for Queer as Folk where Justin died. Not really my style anymore. Back in my ff.net days I also wrote Merthur major character death fic, I'm just remembering.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I always try and do happily ever afters! A lot of my stories end with a sense of "and then they continue on their adventures, and life isn't always simple or easy", so in terms of the most pure, joyful ending? I guess I'll go living proof, which is the end of my episode series for Roswell, NM, which is just a "now they're married and happy forever" fic.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I have before, but not as a rule. Once got called an abuse apologist & incest support (oh the horror /s) for exploring the canonical close friendship (not even a romantic relationship!) between two dudes from Shadowhunters lmao. And there's a troll in the Roswell fandom who writes hilarious and idiotic unhinged rants and I've been hit by her before, but she's got a scatter-shot approach and attacks a lot of people, so, at least I know it's nothing personal.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yep! What is meant by "what kind" here? lol. I'm pretty vanilla. Mostly m/m, but I usually don't pass over the chance for m/m/f. I actually recently wrote my very first m/f full-on sex scene ever for a little Magicians snippet, Kady/Penny lol.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
No, I don't wrote crossovers in the sense that characters from various worlds don't meet each other in my fics. HOWEVER, two of my favorite things I've ever written have been Magicians AUs that crossed over the characters from that show with the full plot from other films. One is The Old Guard (A Comet Pulled From Orbit), and one is When Harry Met Sally (When Quentin Met Eliot).
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yeah, a few times! Used to happen a lot back with old ff.net stuff, and I recently had my good omens fic translated.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I'm co-writing a series right now! First time I've ever done it and it's a blast.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
uhhhhh don't make me choose? lmao. In terms of fandom engagement and longevity I guess Queliot at this point. But in terms of... the ships that made me discover and appreciate and explore fandom in the first place? Kirk/Spock and Brian/Justin. Classics.
16. What are your writing strengths?
dialogue and tone setting, I think?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
plot details (I get bored and distracted mapping things out)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
tbh I usually wince when I see it in fic? I'm not a fan. It always feels a little silly. Maybe very very sparingly if there's like a singular phrase or term of endearment or something but I'd rather just indicate that someone is speaking another language rather than write it out. I feel like it can often be tokenizing if you just have one character who's bilingual and you give them little one-liners in a different language. Idk. If the author is bilingual and doing a thing, then that's awesome. But I can usually tell when someone's just using google translate for stuff lol.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Gilmore Girls!
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
I'm gonna cheat and name one each for my two big fandoms. Also idk if these are my favorites but they're two I really love that aren't my most popular:
Regrets, or the Absence Thereof (Magicians)
all the roads that lead you there (Roswell)
tagging @portraitofemmy @spiders-hth-is-an-outlier @orchardsinsnow @r-dtoblack and YOU if you're reading this and want to play!
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lahotelbellamuerte · 1 year
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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 - episode 01. you fucked up
series masterlist ! current: you fucked up ! next: intermission one
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paring; five x eight warnings; suggestive language, knives, five and eight being the murderers they are, not proofread ! word count; 7.6k notes; making five a simp is possibly my favorite thing lmao
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"In five...four...three...two...This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages...."
INSIDE the bank was a tall buff man, yelling into his walkie talkie telling others to get a move on. Yelling at the civilians to move out of the way. "Shit!" he yelled exasperatedly.
Behind him, a teenager came out wearing her school uniform, and a mask shielding her eyes. Her walk wasn't afraid, if anything she was prepared and ready. A small smile hung on her face. The man turned around and spotted her, not suspecting or afraid of the girl. "Hey get back with the others," he yelled at her.
"I heard a rumor," she told him a smile on her face, with hands clasped behind her back.
"What? What'd ya say?" he asked her, confused.
This time she leaned in, and placed her hand over her mouth, "I heard a rumor, that you shot your friend in the foot," Allison said to him.
The man leaned back as his eyes clouded white and clicked his gun towards another man. "Hey, dude, What the hell!" he said just before he was shot and went falling towards the ground, his gun going off on the glass windows behind him.
From the outside people could hear the gunshots ring, scaring many civilians and news crews alike. On the roof, a figure could be seen running, jumping through the ceiling, and landing on one of the burglars. The figure had been Luther who had thrown the guy out the bank's front window. Those outside see the body roll around like a rag doll. 
His brother, Diego, threw his knives through the air, "Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives," from the force the man was embedded onto the wall. The knives go deep enough to kill the man and leave blood trails behind. 
"Get back you freaks!" the man who was previously taken over by Allison's rumor yelled jumping onto the counter and pointing his gun at them.
"Be careful there buddy," Diego taunted, not afraid a smile gracing his face. 
"Yeah wouldn't want you to get hurt," Allison added amused at his actions, trying to scare the teens away. 
Out of nowhere Five appeared, "Or what?" he taunted disappearing before any of the bullets hit him.
The large man continued to fire bullets angrily at the now Five-less space. Once more Five appeared behind him, arms crossed waiting for nothing. The man's hand flew forward to shoot him, but in his hand rather than a gun was a stapler.
"Ooh! That's one badass stapler!" he taunted, not wasting another minute Five grabbed his wrist and slammed the stapler against his forehead, conjuring his unconsciousness.
Three more men with guns came and pointed their guns at the teens, "Freeze, get down!" They yelled all shocked to see one of their crewmates beaten by a child. 
Five stepped forwards and smiled, "I'd settle down if I were you!" he yelled, putting his hands in his pockets.
The men looked at each other confused at the boy, but before they could have more time to think about anything, a bright gold lasso gripped his gun and pulled at the others. Taking advantage she stepped through a portal coming out behind one of them. Quickly she wrapped the lasso around his neck, using her body to pull his weight down and slamming him onto the ground. The other man pulled out a handgun, but it was pulled away by the familiar lasso. The blonde smiled and fired the bullet at his feet, and then his neck. Pointing at the last foe, she pulled the trigger but nothing came out. Shrugging she took out the magazine from the gun and shoved it in the man's eye, and snapped his neck.
The girl cringed when blood squirted onto her face and the collar of her shirt. Shrugging she skipped away from the men joining her siblings who had equally praised her with smiles.
"Do I have to do this?" Ben's voice said nervously.
"Come on Ben, there are more guys in the vault," said Luther towards the timid boy, pointing towards the safe where others were. 
Eight stepped forward and put her arm on his shoulder, "I promise you donuts, okay?"
Ben sighed and nodded, "I didn't sign up for this," he muttered and stepped into the room with the rest of the men.
The screaming began quickly, alarming the civilians. Eight looked them over and smiled, "You're free to leave, trust me," she said happily.
None of them returned the smile or tone back, rather they all ran screaming for their lives. Eight's smile vanished and she frowned but shrugged hearing the screams and seeing the blood splatters.
A moment later the screaming finally stopped and Ben stepped out dripping in blood, "Can we go home now?" he asked, his voice shaky.
They all nodded and began walking towards the exit, Eight fixed her headband quickly and stepped out with her siblings. Hearing the screams of the reporters and policemen at them.
The seven waited for their father to arrive with their coasts and quickly they put them on taking their positions, Luther, Diego, and Klaus on top and Five, Eight, Allison, and Ben on the bottom.
Their father standing before them speaking to the camera, Five and Eight behind their backs held each other's hands smiling at the camera.
"Our world is changing." Reginald Hargreeves began, "has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary," he spoke clearly and loudly. "I have adopted seven such children." He said speaking with authority, his voice drawing attention as he spoke. News reports all squished in hopes of getting a good angle of the man and his children. 
"I give you the inaugural class of The Umbrella Academy." he finished as he went to stand next to Klaus above.
"Mr. Hargreeves, what happened to their parents?" A reporter inquired about something that was on everyone's mind. 
"They were suitably compensated."
"Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?" Another reporter asked.
"Of course. As I am for the fate of the world."
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Now in the empty living room of the Hargreeves Manor, was none other than Number Four, Klaus, walking towards the urn that held his father's ashes. The idea seemed dull, dark, and sad. Although when anything involved Klaus—it was everything but.
"Listen up old man," he began as he kicked off his shoes, "you know if I was murdered and of one of my sons—adopted—sons happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about..." he begins to laugh as he walks over to the picture of Reginald, "I don't know, I don't know, manifesting!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms wide.
"Do the whole big angry ghost lecture. Tell everyone who did it, and find eternal peace," Klaus said imitating a fake grumpy man, "Eternal peace is probably overrated..." he said facing the old man's urn, getting nothing.
Klaus sighed in frustration turning around in a circle, trying his best to commune with his dear old father. Minutes go by as he paces around, eventually leaning towards the ashes, "Come on now, Reggie..." he coerced the urn, "anytime now..." he continued.
Then Number Four began giggling to himself, using his belly button to do the talking. "Please," he said all while chuckling.
"Just need to sober up!" he exclaimed to no one in particular, slapping his face trying to get his act together. He had little faith in himself, but somewhere deep inside he wanted the satisfaction of actually conjuring his late parent figure. 
Taking in a deep breath he shook his head, "Clear thoughts..." he said exhaling and attempting once more. His hands shook as he tried doing anything but to no avail.
"Come on! Come on, chop-chop!" he yelled out in frustration when nothing happened, "You always were a stubborn bastard!"
"That was besides to your daughter dearest, little Eleanor..." He grumbled annoyed, "I don't know about you, but I need a drink." He said leaning over and knocking over the urn and spilling the ashes.
Klaus gripped his hair and gasped in surprise, that was before he started laughing, "Oh!" he said with his hand covering his mouth, trying to silence the giggles that came through his mouth. 
On the other side of the house, Luther's large figure walked past the hallways looking at childlike pictures depicting fighting stances. He then walked into his old room, looking at the many trinkets that hung around his ceiling.
Just as Allison was in her room, surrounded by her many posters, and looking at her vanity where magazines and her old diary were sitting. Reaching down her hand grabbed an old locket of hers. 'A+L' it read.
Back around in the kitchen was Klaus with a bottle in hand and a packet which was probably drugs. "Oh? Three? Okay!" he said to himself, before swallowing them dry.
In the living room that was once occupied by Klaus was Diego who was sprawled out on the couch looking down at his harness filled with knives.
Vanya sat on the stairs, head in her hands looking at nothing but thinking of everything.
Luther looked through his assortments of types of vinyl, his hand grabbed one, in particular, pulling it out carefully. He walked towards his record player opening the case, setting it down, and setting the needle, and volume up.
The familiar sound of "I Think We're Alone Now," by Tiffany sounded throughout the large mansion. Luther began feeling the sound of the music, his body moving slightly with it.
Not only him of course, but Allison's shoulders began feeling the music as well.
Children behave, that's what they say when we're together
And watch how you playThey don't understand  And so we're
Allison's head began bopping to the music, just as Luther swayed with the beat, Klaus with his father's ashes in one hand, Vanya climbed down the steps. While Diego sent a knife flying towards a ram's statue head in the living room. 
Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another hands
Trying to get away into the night and then you put your arms around meAnd we tumble to the ground and then you say
Klaus began dancing with the urn clutched in his arms, Luther now fully moving to the music, while Allison sported a large pink boa as she danced around.
I think we're alone now,
There doesn't seem to be anyone aroundI think we're alone now, The beating of our hearts is the only sound
Diego shut the doors to the living room, keeping an eye out for anyone, while Vanya's body loosely moved to the beat, with her arms slowly raising. Diego began doing the wave to the song, trying to feel the music.
Look at the way we gotta hide what we're doin'
'Cause what would they sayIf they ever knew And so we'reRunning just as fast as we can
Vanya moved with her eyes closed, and her body moving wildly, just as Diego jumped to the side awkwardly.
Holdin' on to one another's hand
Klaus with his palms facing outwards with his "Hello" and "Good-Bye" tattoos.
Tryin' to get away into the night
Luther's hands fist-bumping to the ceiling as he ended up punching his plane figurine down onto the floor, Diego shuffling hard in place, adding some turns to his dancing
And we tumble to the ground and then you say
I think we're alone now
Klaus once more spun in circles with Reginald's ashes. High of his rockers moving around with a smile. 
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
Luther crab walking and bumping to the music, Allison now shimmying while on the top of her bed.
I think we're alone now,
There doesn't seem to be anyone aroundI think we're alone now, The beating of our hearts is the only sound
All the Hargreeves siblings danced in unison to the music.
That was until the loud rumbling of thunder sounded, causing the music and the lights to go out. The house shook slightly as the thunder and lightning continued to appear and rumble. It seemed that anything made of metal flew towards a side of the house.
Klaus in the kitchen moved away in time before the knives flew through him, in a worried voice he looked at the urn, "Daddy?" He wondered if he had truly conjured his father. The rattling anger made sense, holding the same energy as the old man.
Before any of them could think of anything else, they all ran down towards the door to the backyard. Leaves flew all over the air as the wind picked up. 
"Oh," Diego gasped squinting towards the sound, the wind howling loudly around them.
The Hargreeves all followed behind Diego as they all stared up at the large vortex in wonder.
"What is it?" Vanya yelled over the wind.
"Don't get too close!" Allison said worriedly to her siblings.
"Yeah, no shit," yelled Diego, still staring at the blue power source, that continued to rattle and crackle. 
"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly," Luther offered, "Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two," he finished.
"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan," Diego called out.
"Out of the way!" Yelled out Klaus as he threw a fire extinguisher through the portal.
Allison's eyebrows furrowed, "What is that going to do?" she yelled.
"I don't know, do you have a better idea?" he said before he began stepping back as the electricity cracked louder.
"Woah, Woah," Luther yelled, "Everyone get behind me," he said as he pushed everyone back.
"Yeah, get behind us!" yelled Diego as he pushed himself to seem leader-like, not being fond of Luther calling himself leader. 
"I vote for running, c'mon!" Klaus yelled in hopes of getting his family to move, but they didn't budge. 
From the portal, an old man began pushing through but began to glitch as he began to turn into someone much, much younger. The boy then fell with a large thud on the ground. Just as he fell all the thunder and light faded.
"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus asked as his eyes were trained on the boy wearing a suit three times too big, scared that he was seeing his brother looking exactly like he had when he disappeared. 
Confused, the boy looked down at himself and cursed, "Shit," huffing he got himself off the ground, brushed off leaves, and walked past his aged siblings. 
The others looked at each other and followed the boy back into the kitchen, where he slammed a cutting board and a knife on the table.
"What's the date? The exact date?" he asked as he reached for bread on the shelf.
"The 24th," replied Vanya.
"Of what?" he spat out, not having any time to waste, he already knew a storm was coming. 
"March," she added, eye
"Good," he concluded.
"So are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked as all the siblings sat on one end of the table, while he was preparing two sandwiches on the other.
Silence followed as Five ignored Luther who got up annoyed, "It's been seventeen years."
Five scoffs, "It's been a lot longer than that," he said facing the large man and jumped to appear behind him.
"I haven't missed that," he muttered to himself.
Five grabbed a bag of marshmallows before jumping back in front of the cutting board.
"Where'd you go?" Luther asked.
"The future. It's shit, by the way," he answered plainly putting the bag down beside him. 
"Called it!" Klaus yelled happily, the others just gave a glance before looking at the very young-looking Five. 
Five reached over to the fridge and grabbed the jar of Peanut Butter, "I should've listened to the old man. You know jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He said as he opened it and looked at Klaus.
"Nice dress," he commented, taking the knife and dipping it in.
"Oh, well, Danke!" Klaus replied, spinning a piece of string.
"Wait, how did you get back?" Vanya asked.
"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time," he replied not caring if they understood him, rather he spread peanut butter on the four slices of bread.
"That makes no sense," Diego said looking at the boy, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 
"Well, it would if you were smarter," he said knowing that he could say that without her being here, "Or if you were Eight."
Diego got up at the mention of his lost girl and of being insulted, "Where is Eleanor?" he asked as Luther held him back before attacking the boy. Everyone knew of Diego's soft spot for Eight, after she and Five disappeared he couldn't help but hold a grudge toward Five. 
Five acted oblivious to Diego's harshness and continued on with the sandwiches before him. It's not like he cared about Diego's over protectiveness, it's what Eight would say if he acted on his annoyance towards the trajectory manipulator. 
"How long were you there?" Luther asked as he held Diego back, wanting to defuse the tension that grew over the mention of the blonde girl who was nowhere to be found. 
"Forty-five years, give or take," he said adding marshmallows to both sandwiches.
"So what are you saying? That you're fifty-eight?" Luther questioned, confused by his own words.
"No, my consciousness is fifty-eight," he said with a bite, putting the other end of the sandwiches, cutting off the crust on one of them, and leaving it sitting on the cutting board, "Apparently, my body is now Eighteen again," he finished taking a bite of his sandwich, looking over at his confused family of sorts. 
"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya asked just as confused as the rest of them.
"Dolores told me to listen to her, eh," he shrugged and continued eating, "Bet she's laughing now."
"Dolores?" Vanya asked, confused.
Five ignored Vanya's question and chewed on his sandwich, looking down to see the newspaper's head title.
"Guess I missed the funeral," Five said an amused tone coming across. 
"How'd you know about that?" Luther asked suspiciously, the monkey man had been since the whole ordeal of the man's death came to light. He would hold Five accountable if he had his suspicions. 
"What part of the future do you not understand?" Five replied annoyed, "Heart failure, huh?"
"Yeah."
"No."
Diego and Luther replied at the same time, silence filling the room.
"Hmm. Nice to see nothing's changed," Five said and began walking away as his clothes swished due to the oversized nature.
"Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison called after Five.
"What else is there to say? The circle of life," he called out as he left the room without another word, wanting to get rid of his large clothes. 
"Well, that was interesting," Diego concluded. 
Five left the group in the kitchen and headed upstairs to his room to get dressed. Only to find his old uniform. With a frown, he had no choice but to where the hideous clothes. 
Eventually, he went downstairs into the living room, his eyes wandering to find the fireplace. Above was in all its glory, two large portraits hung. Number Five & Number Eight. He found it funny that such sentiment was placed in their honor. Reginald was never a loving man. Rather cold, distant, and calculated. Always thinking ahead of everyone. 
He turned over to Vanya, finally giving the smaller woman a glance. She had a look of distance, relief, and pain all in one. The woman had missed the duo even if they weren't allowed to give her much attention. 
"Nice to know Dad didn't forget about me....Eight on the other hand," he paused looking at her portrait. In it, her hands were clasped and a small smile was on her face. "He would never forget."
"Read your book by the way. Found it in a library that was still standing." Five said then walked around her. "I thought it was pretty good, all things considered. Eight loved it," he told her pausing, "Yeah, definitely ballsy," Five added, "giving up the family secrets, sure that went over well."
"They hate me," Vanya replied stoically, remembering the responses and glares she got once her book had been released. 
"Oh, there are worse things that can happen," Five said seriously, knowing one of a few instances from the future and the past he wasn't there for. 
"You mean like what happened to Ben?" Vanya offered, knowing it was what he meant.
"Was it bad?" Five asked.
The only thing Vanya did was nod, Five looked away in understanding. Ben had been a part of Eight's little clique with Klaus. Her reaction to his death had been devastating, and she knew him better than most. He wondered how that went down with the siblings who were present. 
Memories all came clashing to Five as he spent longer in the Hargreeves mansion. All the training and the sly kisses he and the blonde had shared when they were younger. All for it to come crashing the minute they had moved to the future. The dysfunctional family that was Hargreeves stepped outside once more for their Father's goodbye. Each member held an umbrella as it had begun to rain. The gloomy weather fits the atmosphere of the man's death. 
Grace looked around confused, "Did something happen?" she asked cluelessly, the robot woman had a smile gracing her face 
Everyone looked over at her confused, "Dad died. Remember?" Allison told the woman.
"Oh yes, of course," Grace said, realizing her mistake.
"Is mom okay?" Allison asked looking at Diego.
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine," Diego tried to reassure them, "she just needs to rest. You know, recharge."
Pogo walked up last catching the attention of everyone. The chimp looked over to Luther and nodded, "Whenever you're ready, dear boy."
Luther opened the urn and dropped it on the ground, as the rain fell with it. Many of the members cringed as it fell, as they felt nothing watching the ashes fall. It felt empty, no true feeling of sadness crossed the group. 
"Probably would have been better with some wind," Luther said knowing how awkward that was.
"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked the siblings.
Silence fell over them as no one wanted to say anything about the man, who tortured them when they were just kids.
"Very well," said Pogo nodded, "in all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt." He began as the others looked at him sadly.
"He was my master...and my friend, and I shall miss him very much." Pogo paused and looked down.
"He leaves behind a complicated legacy—" before he could finish, Diego interrupted him.
"—He was a monster," he spat out.
Klaus lets out a breathy laugh as he witnesses his brother speak nothing but the truth.
"He was a bad person and a worse father," Diego paused staring at the ashes, "the world's better off without him."
"Diego," Allison said sternly.
"My name is Number Two," he corrected, "You know why?" he asked no one in particular.
"Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names," he said with a sarcastic smile, "he had Mom do it."
"Would anyone like something to eat?" Grace's soft voice came through.
"No, it's okay, Mom," Vanya replied to the woman who seemed oblivious to what was happening.
"Oh, okay," she replied with a smile.
"Look, you wanna pay your respects?" Diego began as he stepped forward looking at his siblings, "Go ahead, but at least be honest about the kind of man he was."
"You should stop talking now," Luther warned his brother.
Diego glanced up at Luther, "You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."
"I am warning you," Luther threatened.
"After everything, he did to you?" Diego asked, stepping closer to him, "He had to ship you a million miles away."
"Diego, stop talking," Luther began, his voice rising, each coming from Diego began to tick him off. 
"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego yelled ignoring the threats, continuing to push the larger man's buttons to the point of breakage. 
Luther had enough of the calling out and swung at Diego who quickly ducked. He swung again, but with each swing Diego avoided.
"Boys, stop this at once!" Pogo yelled in a pleading manner.
Klaus put a protective arm around Five, which he slapped away.
The two continued to brawl at each other not listening to the chimp.
"Come on, big boy," Diego taunted his fist ready up in the air.
"Stop it!" Vanya tried yelling at the two, but again their protest meant nothing.
"Hit him! Hit him!" Klaus encouraged her happily.
Pogo had enough of the fight and left the area, while the two continued to throw punches at each other. The two subconsciously reached Ben's statue, and Diego stood in front of it, Luther then swung to punch Diego, but he ducked. Now his fist aimed toward their passed sibling's statue, but a large rattle seemed to slow this down.
A quick portal opened and closed, as a young blonde woman stepped through. Her blue eyes landed on Luther and stuck out her arm, his fist moving a lot slower than intended. As his arm followed the girl's hand she pulled it back. Leaving him to follow and topple to the ground.
"Pathetic really," Eight said looking at the two, with a scoff in her voice. 
The Hargreeves siblings once more froze at the sight of the second missing sibling. Just like Five, the girl looks older than when they disappeared but significantly younger than the rest of them. 
The blonde looked up and smiled at the rain, then began walking forward, her eyes meeting Five's, "You fucked up," she said to him as she walked past him.
"Yeah I did," he muttered to himself following the young woman.
Once more all the siblings were back in the kitchen looking at the semi-wet girl picking up her sandwich, flinging the crust towards the trash.
"Eight is that you?" Diego's voice said looking at her.
The blonde rolled her eyes, "Who else would I be?"
"Well—" Diego began but she had put up a hand.
"Don't answer that, it was rhetorical," Eight said taking a bite of her sandwich, "Dear old Five got the calculations wrong and now I'm stuck in my eighteen-year-old body."
"Ellie you look great though," Klaus said with a thumbs up at the sight of the younger blonde. 
Five scoffed and nodded, "You can say that again," he mumbled under his breath, his eyes feral at the sight of the teen. Let's face it, he's a teenage boy once more, his hormones are all over the place. 
Luther and Diego both turned to five with surprised looked, "What'd you say?" The knife man asked brows furrowing. 
Eight just rolled her eyes at the men before, it's as if nothing has changed since she left. Picking up the rest of her sandwich she got up and left the kitchen. Leaving the rest of the family behind. 
"And there's our lovely Eleanor," Klaus clapped happily.
"Nietzsche once said, 'Man is as a rope stretched between the animal and the superhuman. A rope over an abyss. It is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling, and halting.'" The voice of Reginald Hargreeves spoke.
The six siblings were at the bottom of the stairs as Reginald and Vanya were at the top. The older man closed his book and looked over at Vanya and nodded.
She nodded and blew the whistle, signaling the race had begun.
"As much as you must strive for individual greatness, and strive you must for it won't come to you of its own accord...you must also remember..."
The children began running up as quickly as they could, Diego catching up and taking up first place, that was before Five and Eight vanished from the back to the front of the race.
"That's not fair, Five and Eight cheated!" Diego called out trying to catch up to them.
"They adapted," Reginald answered back.
Eight was the first to reach the top of the stairs with a smile she received from Vanya and her father.
"That there is no individual stronger than the collective. The ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone..."
The siblings sat in waiting for their turn to get the umbrella tattooed on them, binding the group together.
Five and Eight sat next to each other, gripping each other pinkies between the chairs. One could say they were nervous, seeing as Diego was in pain as he got his tattoo. One by one each one went until it was Five's turn. Eight gripped his whole hand and gave it a squeeze, before letting him go. Soon enough it was her turn and she took the time to sit on the chair. Her eyes blankly stared at the wall before her, waiting for the stinging on her wrist. It was as painful as it could be, she didn't cry but that didn't mean she didn't want to.
"We can accomplish anything when we accept responsibility together. This is what creates trust..."
This time we see Reginald as he took notes in his office with many machines wired and beeping noises all over
He flipped through the cameras as he looked over the data of each person. Reaching Vanya's the machines began to beep loudly and quickly, he wrote down in his books about it and flipped once more to Number Eight, whose data went tenfold in the beeping. He could tell through the camera that the room's wallpaper began burning, cracking as the heat rose.
Reginald stood from his chair and rushed to the girl's room. Opening it, he was met with a large wave of heat. Luckily he was able to wake her up before anything severe happened.
Loud crashing and shuffling could be heard through the entire kitchen. The two recent time travelers moved things around, their eyes trying to find a single item, but it was proving to be impossible. With little awareness of the world, they didn't notice the rest of Hargreeves in the room.
"Where's Vanya?" Allison asked as she walked into the room watching as the two hurriedly looked for something. 
Klaus who was sitting at the end of the table rose his hand, "Oh, she's gone," he replied with not much emotion to his voice. 
"That's unfortunate," Five said holding an empty mug, sighing at the disappointment of not finding what he wanted. 
"Yeah," Allison agreed, not sounding very convinced in his answer. 
"An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms," Five began looking at the two siblings.
Eight groaned, "But not a single drop of coffee!" She exclaimed grabbing Five's mug and throwing it across the room. The three others in the room watched as the mug shattered from the impact. 
"Dad hated caffeine," said Allison looking at the blonde who was now sporting her old uniform. Giving everyone in the room whiplash to the past. 
"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us," Klaus said laughing the man not missing the slight smile Eight had on her face. The sight made him slightly feel a little more alive. He had missed the spunky blonde. 
"I'm taking the car," Five stated as he began walking towards the keys.
"Where are you going?" Klaus asked his brother.
"To get a decent cup of coffee," Five snarked.
Eight extended her hand and watched as the keys flew to her hand, "I know what you're going to ask Allison, 'does he even know how to drive?'" she said imitating her voice oddly before looking at Five, "Comin' love?" she asked, turning to look him over her shoulder. 
Five nodded and they both disappeared. 
"I feel like we should stop them, but then again, I also just kinda want to see what happens," Klaus said amused.
"She said, love? Do you think there is something between them?" Allison asked curiously.
Klaus shrugged and turned his head to the sound of the engine turning on. He too wanted to know also, but there was one thing keeping him from finding out. He was too lazy. 
Putting the car in reverse, Eight slammed her foot on the pedal, the car quickly moved backward. Quickly shifting gears to drive, she turned the wheel and shot towards their destination. 
"Why do you get to drive?" Five asked the blonde as she drove quickly, facing forward on the road. 
"If you haven't realized, you look twelve," Eight replied, not taking her eyes off the road.
"Well I know that's a lie, but I'm sor—" Five began but was cut off with a side glare from the girl beside him. 
Scoffing loudly she shook her head, "Too fuckin' late for a sorry now, love," she finished for him and continued driving "Fat chance they'll find us here."
Five nodded understanding her words, "You look good in that uniform by the way," he said smirking slightly, his eyes traveling to the exposed skin below her skirt. 
Eight shook her head, "No, don't start with your horniness with me, not now," she groaned.
Soon enough she roughly pulled up Griddy's Doughnuts and parked the car. Getting out of the car not waiting for Five. She walked in and sat up on the counter, while Five sat next to her and rang the bell multiple times. The boy stopped after Eight had given him a look.
Not long after the duo had entered the store a large man sat down next to the blonde removing his hat and began filling out the newspaper crossword puzzle it seemed.
Clicking could be heard and an older blonde woman walked out and smiled, "Sorry sink was clogged," the woman said, "So, what'll it be?"
"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair," the man said.
The woman scribbled it down her notes, "Mmmm, sure."
"Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?" she asked the man not knowing they were separate parties.
Five scoffs, "The kid wants coffee. Black," he said.
The woman chuckled and looked at the man, "Cute kid," she said looking back at Five who gave her a shit-eating grin.
Eight rolled her eyes, "I'll have a coffee as well, thank you."
The woman smiled and nodded, she squinted, "Say you two look familiar," she giggled, "When I was younger there were a couple of kids who came in similar uniforms for donuts."
Eight smiled again, "That's so funny, what a coincidence," she said fake laughing.
"It is," she said and left to grab coffee for the two, Eight dropping her smile after the elderly woman left. 
Five sighed, "Don't remember this place being such a shit hole. I use to come here as a kid, used to sneak out with my brothers and girlfriend—"
Eight choked on her own saliva from the words the boy beside her spoke. Patting her chest to clear her airway. 
Five paused only to give the blonde a look, "—Not that they knew...and ate donuts until one of us puked. Simpler times, huh?" He finished looking at the man over Eight.
The man was definitely confused, Eight didn't have to be a mind reader to know, "I suppose," he answered perplexed at the young-looking boy, speaking as if he were an older man. 
The waitress, now confirmed to be Agnes, as she had recognized Five, came and put the coffees down and gave the man his éclair.
"I got theirs," the man said, handing over money to the women, nodding to the young couple beside him. 
Five nodded, "Thanks," he said now enjoying his coffee in peace, as much as he could anyway. 
Eight noticed the man's vest and smiled, "You must know your way around the city." she said to him.
"I hope so, I've been driving it for twenty years," he replied confidently, glancing at the girl who had choked moments prior. 
The blonde smiled, her dimple showing, "Good, I need an address," she said leaning in and describing what she needed. 
Not long after the man had given her the address he walked out and she put the napkin in her blazer pocket. Leaving the couple alone while Agnes returned to the back. They sipped on their coffee's for a few minutes of silence before the dinging from the door sounded. The sound of multiple feet stepping.
Eight downed her coffee and looked over to Five, "Told you, love."
"Hmm, that was fast," Five said, not worried, "I thought we'd have more time before they found us."
The men had their guns pointed at both of them, "Okay, So let's all be professional about this, yeah?" he said towards them, "On your feet and come with us. They want to talk."
"We've got nothing to say," Five answered.
"It doesn't have to go this way. Do you think I want to shoot two kids? Go home with that on my conscience?" He asked, still having the gun faced at him.
Eight smiled, "Well, I wouldn't worry about that," she said with amusement written on her face, she turned her head, her blue eyes landing on the man, "You won't be going home."
Both Eight and Five grabbed a butter knife on their lefts and disappeared impaling them into some of the men's necks. The men fell to the floor, triggering their guns to go off along with the ceiling lights—making them flicker.
Five landed on the table leaning on them, "Hey assholes!" he yelled, causing them to turn around and shoot towards the glowing frames on the wall, the fuses cutting short and sparking. 
"Don't tell me you forgot about dear old me?" Eight's voice ran called in a little baby voice. She stood on the table pouting with her hands clasped behind her back. The men once more shot in her direction but not before she had already disappeared, leaving them to shift their eyes to try and find the blonde girl. 
The men fell silent as they looked for the two, but not before they heard knocking on the glass from outside, they turned around and saw the waving couple. Pulling their triggers once more, but again they caught nothing but air. 
Eight reappeared and grabbed a fork stabbing one in the thigh causing him to double over letting her knee him straight in the head and snapped his neck. She smiled at the sound—what can she say? Eight was a little of a sadist. 
Once more she disappeared and this time on top of a table where she removed her tie and wrapped it around one of the man's neck and choked him with it, quickly she disappeared and appeared with her thighs around a different man's neck and dropped him to the ground grabbing his handgun from his thigh and shooting him and another near. God, she missed the fast action like this. The adrenaline pumping all thought out her body. The youth from the time travel also helped, bringing her back to her best years. 
Five and Eight noticed there were two more left and together they ran between them, not before disappearing and letting them shoot themselves. Oh, how easy it was to kill Commission goonies. 
Next to each other the old lovers landed and walked over to a body removing their ties from two different necks, and carefully tying it back and tucking it in place. The lights still flashing, as men groaned in pain. The ones that weren't dead that is. 
Eight was walking around and found the tracker and motioned Five over to the man who was still alive. He nodded and walked over snapping his neck.
The blonde was sitting on the counter once more and grabbed a butter knife, raising her sleeve and cutting into her skin removing a tracker. Five followed in her tracks and did the same.
The two got up and began walking towards the exit.
"Wait," Eight said, grabbing the boy's wrist and pulling him closer to herself. He stopped his movement and watched as she moved her hand to his cheek whipping something off.
"You had blood on your cheek," she said smiling, and then walked out, not really thinking much of the action. 
Five groaned and smirked, following the blonde for the view of course, "See you do stuff like that and expect me not to want me to f—"
"Five—" Eight seethed now blushing, she hated this age the first time it came around. Now it was proving to be more difficult with the things they had to do, and back in this era wasn't going to be easy. 
It wasn't long before the two left the restaurant, completely forgetting about Agnes and how she had witnessed the fight. The two now were lounging around in Vanya's apartment in the dark. The door clicked open and she turned on the lights, "Jesus!" Vanya exclaimed, scared at the sight of her young adoptive siblings. 
"Nope just Eight and Five," said the blonde with a smile, and a short wave. 
"You should have locks on your windows," Five said looking around her home, then landing on the shy timid woman. 
"I live on the second floor," Vanya said matter-of-factly, not to worried about people breaking in through her window. 
"Rapists can climb," Five replied just as quick, 
"Trust me," Eight said shivering at the memory. Long story short—she left not only the window but the front door open. Eight was forced to murder civilians that night. Not that she cared, they didn't have any good intentions either way. 
Vanya frowned at her words but closed the door making sure it was locked, then sat back on the couch looking at her lost siblings, her eyes then traveled to both of them, and noticed traces of blood.
"Is that blood?" Vanya asked.
Five replied looking down his arm, "It's nothing," then shrugged at the sight. 
"Why are you here?" She asked Eight, in particular, feeling she would answer without being snarky. 
"We've decided you're the only one we can trust," the blonde spoke crossing her legs.
"Why me?" Vanya asked, once more concerned. They had just come back from wherever it was, and they already had trouble? What exactly did they do in the future? 
"Because you're ordinary," He replied, not taking into account what he said.
"—No," she seethed glaring at Five, "Because you'll listen," she said lifting her left hand and moving her hair out of her face. 
"You're married," Vanya stated, her eyes landing on the simple gold diamond band on her finger.
Eight hummed, "Yes, poor bloke," she said looking down at her hand, with a small smile. 
Five rolled his eyes at her words, his hand gripping the wood handle, making a knocking noise catching Vanya's attention, and realized he had the plain gold band on his finger. The idea now coming together. Most of the Hargreeves always thought Luther and Allison would be the first to get married. After all, the two hadn't been the most subtle with the glances. Yet, here was Eight and Five Hargreeves, an old married couple. 
"Oh, right, he's the poor bloke," she added, not really caring or glancing at her husband. 
Vanya smiled, "Okay," she said and got up, walking into her bathroom. 
Eight assumed it was to get medical supplies, and Vanya returned with many things in hand. She had been right.
"Start with Eight," Five said, and Vanya nodded and looked at the cut. The woman couldn't help but blush at the sight of the words. She had always remembered Five being snarky, sarcastic, and overall hateful to most things. But now that she thought about it—it was different with Eight. The blonde never received that side of the time manipulator. 
"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, with Eight, of course, do you know what we found?" Five asked gazing at his wife's arm being cleaned.
"No," she answered focusing on the delicate arm of the young woman in front of her. 
"Nothing," Eight said, looking at Vanya, who looked up to meet her blue eyes, "Absolutely nothing."
"As far as we could tell, we were the last people left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but...we found something else," Five said.
"The date it happens," Eight said swallowing thickly, "The world ends in eight days, ironic really," she scoffed.
"And we have no idea how to stop it," Five finished.
Vanya's eyes widened in fear and unsure of what to say, but the only words that did come out were, "I'll put on a pot of coffee."
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lunapwrites · 2 months
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So my partner and I finally watched Oppenheimer and I have... comments.
First: I did enjoy the movie, in the sense that I found it entertaining and beautiful to look at. However, it's the first 3+ hour movie I've ever sat through where I actually FELT it.
Oppenheimer, in my view, suffered dearly from several glaring flaws:
- pacing issues
- narrative confusion
- sound mixing issues
- the presence of Florence Pugh's breasts entire character (sorry Flo)
Again, I liked the film overall. I thought it was beautifully shot, the acting was superb, Görranson was throwing his whole pussy into the score - no complaints there. But despite that, I'm still kinda shocked at the acclaim this movie is getting: the writing is fucking awful. (Not like Twilight bad but the kind of bad where I'm sitting here like "this is pretty but also why am I watching it?") And that's the bottom line: I'm legitimately confused as to what the story is here. ("It's a biopic about Oppenheimer." This was not a biopic. This was Christopher Nolan jerking off for three hours over how he could do A Beautiful Mind better - and failing miserably.)
If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say that the scattered nature of the narrative was supposed to mirror Opp's relative cluelessness about what was going on around him, his sense of self importance, his insistence on hiding his own feelings and motivations - the truth about himself. When he opines about "is anyone going to tell the truth about what's happening here?" the viewer is meant to include him. And there were moments in the film where I thought this tone was nailed, and it did a fantastic job with illustrating the conflict between what he was saying and what he was thinking or feeling - the speech after the bombs were dropped immediately comes to mind here. But there were other moments where Nolan obfuscates so much that the point of the scenes - and the emotional impact - is completely lost. In others, he relies on telling rather than showing, which there is ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR IN A FILM SETTING, CHRISTOPHER, YOU ARE LITERALLY USING THE SHOWING MEDIUM.
For example, we're told by Matt Damon's character whose name escapes me that Oppenheimer has a reputation as a womanizer - but up until that point, you really only see him involved with two women, and only one of those (Kitty) was sus - the other was him just kinda pathetically chasing a woman who just kinda seemed to use him for D appointments but had no real interest in him, which didn't give that claim a lot of credibility imo. Now, later in the film, when he talks about his affair with... Lawrence's wife? IDK there's so many names lmao. Anyway, he's called on the carpet about it by one of his friends and easily admits he was having the affair but her husband never found out, ergo, no problem. That, in my view, did WAY more legwork in showing he was an arrogant piece of shit than the entire storyline with Florence Pugh's character, which I felt either needed to be fleshed out more so her only purpose in the film wasn't just to be naked (as I think the implication was that she was important to Opp and her death hit him hard) or else removed entirely. (I also think the scene in the hearing where she was making AGGRESSIVE EYE CONTACT with Kitty while riding her husband, while a powerful visual, was an unnecessary POV switch from Opp to Kitty - head hopping, in other words. In the bad sense. Would have worked better if the story was entirely from Kitty's POV, if other such switches between them were present in the film, or if it was reworked to show it from Opp's POV. But I digress.)
Another example, which I have less to say about overall, is when Opp tells the commissioners (and the viewers) that he was homesick. The scene cuts to him crying or having an anxiety attack or something in bed while visualizing lots of shiny things on the ceiling. There was a lot of opportunity for some impactful character building that was utterly squandered with that single line, particularly because the scene moved on without addressing it again. I feel like there were clearer ways to show homesickness, and more interesting ways to play the scene off of Opp telling us he was homesick - particularly if the goal is to show him as someone who understates or misrepresents his own thoughts, feelings, and opinions.
The movie focuses on three separate key elements: Opp's personal life, his work on the Manhattan Project, and the one-sided duel with Strauss. However, it doesn't do a great job of threading these elements together, or of telling them individually. All three plot lines are half-finished/told and jumbled together in no particular order, and Nolan might think that's a bit of narrative genius, but I've got ADHD and even I don't jump around in a story that badly.
Time jumps and flashbacks are a fantastic tool to use, if used wisely, but Nolan's got a flashback jumping right into a time jump into another flashback into a POV swap and so on and so forth, and between that and the 3 million names that get dropped in the film, it's very easy to get lost. And there's so many characters, there's no time to really get any kind of emotional investment in any of them. The flashbacks and time jump have no impact: there's nothing grounding them, so there's nothing for them to "hit."
Anyway I have a lot more thoughts on this, but I'm legitimately falling asleep every 3 words despite being this heated about it, so I'm just going to leave it at that for now lol.
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systemrestart · 3 months
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I finally got the 1st Seihou Project game, Shuusou Gyoku, to run on my computer!! And I got my first Normal 1cc. So to celebrate I wanted to make a post discussing my feelings on it so far. (Plus links to download the game for yourself)
[NOTE: This is exclusively about gameplay, from the perspective of a Touhou enthusiast, so no lore or history, sorry!]
Seihou was meant to be a sort of "sister series" to Touhou, and it definitely shows in many of the patterns, but there are some key differences.
Seihou tends to have lower bullet density overall, but the bullets themselves are Much faster, and the enemies are much more aggressive, with little time to take a breath during bosses and midbosses. Some bosses/enemies even try to tackle you rather than shoot.
Because of this, routing and memorization are more of a factor, but, pulling off a pre-planned dodge for a pattern that would otherwise obliterate you before you even saw it coming, is very satisfying. And there are plenty of areas that can reward improvisation or quick thinking too, so it's not ALL memorization, which I like. A decent mix of both, at least for Easy-Hard difficulties.
Seihou also highly prioritizes grazing; you fill up a gauge as you graze, and this both increases the score you get from the star items, and gives you some extra powerful shots when you collect them. While figuring out Exactly where the hitboxes are can take a bit of trial and error, pulling off a long graze combo and then decimating the enemies with your extra firepower is also super satisfying, AND the benefits kick in at just 1 graze, so even in low density patterns you can milk the rewards by chasing stray bullets to keep the gauge filled.
The only downside to this system is that a lot of the best grazing is done on bosses, and since the bosses never drop star items you can never use your extra shots against them. (With the exception of when the Stage 4 boss sends out some killable enemies)
As for the general design; while the stages can be a bit simple overall, there are some segments that shake things up or try to catch you off-guard, like enemies coming in from the sides to tackle you, or a cool unusual pattern, which I appreciate. The bosses are more challenging and some of them have pretty cool attacks, but sometimes they can also be a little plain...... and sometimes they can be total BS.
Which brings me to my critiques........
There is no way to earn extra lives via good play. You get 3 extra lives at set points (Stage 2, 5, and 6), and that's it. So the only reward for excellent grazing/dodging/scoring is, well, the score itself. Not unusual but I tend to prefer games that give extra rewards for good performance
The hitboxes on the Bomb and Life items are WAY smaller than they appear, so much so you can pass straight through the left or right sides and still not collect them. This can make catching them a pain, particularly in stages where you are Instantly shot at after they drop. Come on, man, just make the hitbox the size of the sprite for vital resources........
The sound and graphic design is....... mixed. The music is pretty good, but the sound design is not as clean as I'd like (plus certain bullets/lasers being...... slightly eardrum-piercing), and the graphics can can cause visibility issues. The biggest offender is Stage 4, which has some backgrounds that make it near impossible to read the enemies flying down at you. Borderline unfair at points.
There are also some bullets that are super tiny, and they're usually used as 'spam' IN COMBINATION with either homing or complex patterns, making them a HUGE pain in the ass. Might not be a Criticism per se but I did want to complain lmao
There is no grace window when you're hit, but dying doesn't cancel out a bomb activation, so what will often happen is: you'll see you're about to get hit, press Bomb the second you do, and then you lose BOTH a life AND one of your freshly replenished bombs. Very frustrating
I think that's it for now! There are some quality of life improvements I wish it had, like item magnetizing or deathbombing, but overall I've been having a LOT of fun with this game, and I think people who love the Touhou games should give them a try!!
For anyone who wants it, here is a link to download it, as well as links and instructions for getting it to run on modern hardware. There is also apparently a fanmade patch released recently, that allows it to run without 3rd party help? Here is the page on that if you wanna check it out
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claire-starsword · 3 months
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The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 16
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We continue Max's extreme luck with boats.
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I am also teased with the existence of my Favorite Man but unfortunately, he does not join the team now, nor is he valid in this run. The neverending string of Adam Ls.
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Once again there's nothing too interesting for the clear bonus. I do realize too late that I forgot to check the item shop in Waral, there's supposed to be something special there. I cannot go back now though until I solve the water problem here, so my bad.
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The thing about this battle is that you can split up and face them on three fronts, including some very annoying narrow paths, or just rush through the center and ignore the side enemies or deal with them later. I want exp, but I have many squishy people, so I'll start from the center and see how it goes. There are, as usual, bats though, which should be approaching from the sides anyway.
Also, Domingo is not equipped with the ring he's supposed to be equipped with. I goofed up big time last part apparently. Hopefully we won't miss the extra movement.
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Turn 1 is a bore fest with only a single bat approaching. Domingo can immediately go deal with it and hopefully distract it from frail targets.
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lmao never mind. fellas love to ignore Domingo, poor thing.
Not a frail target though, so we're fine. This is just how Max's life goes.
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The Worms however are doing a number on him. I do think they're valid targets for the Mermanbuster though.
Meanwhile Domingo left that first bat at 1 HP so Anri gets easy exp.
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It is turn 4 and the bats are ignoring everyone so hard.
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Domingo continues to have massive level ups, I didn't screenshot but he also got more defense, he's so good.
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Unfortunately no amount of level ups can make these dogs less annoying.
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On the other hand these things are indeed Mermanbusted.
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We're now on annoying blocked positions. And if you ever thought "Oh the hounds are immune to fire so they must be weak to ice", tough luck, they seem to resist it despite again having no magic res marked on their stats. There is a clear attempt to nerf wizards in this second half of the game and, well, you'll see where that goes in the future! For now is more annoying than anything as Narsha is taking everything just fine.
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Also Arthur redeems himself blasting this thing off the earth. I cheer briefly before realizing there's four more dogs in this map.
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Because I'm annoyed at how much HP the dogs have, and the Skeletons tend to be tanks as well, I'm using Attack 2 on Narsha, Arthur and Max, as the position lined up nicely. Tao is also getting the buff, but I don't think she'll get to use it. Always funny if she does though.
She was supposed to Blaze a Skeleton to oblivion, because that's another way to deal with their tankiness, but I misclicked and ended her turn. Sorry woman.
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Gong is also not having a great promotion debut.
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And then Lowe gets really excited to one up him! That's a one shot, shame it doesn't give much exp at this point.
We're at turn 6 but I'm not too worried about the bonus, I'd rather train, so it's time to try baiting the side enemies with Domingo and other tanks. Tao also gets to finally deal with that Skeleton as intended, getting a level for the good work.
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Turn 7 and everyone is baited by the trio of Domingo, Narsha and Max… Except that bat. I think these things are allergic to Domingo. You can see the dog did not ignore Domingo, this is flight AI thing or whatever. I'm calling it allergy. Or maybe a phobia. The enemies would be justified in having a phobia of Domingo.
A Skeleton survives Tao. This should be illegal >:(
Khris finishes it and unlike Lowe she gets a lot of exp from this enemy, levelling up.
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Gong gets to redeem himself with some awesome damage.
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This goddamn Skeleton refuses to be baited. I want to beat it up with Tao as she's pretty useless against the boss here, they're a mage so they resist any magic and have two hellhound with them. But Tao has no more Blaze 3 so she need someone to protect her, probably Gong, who can't tank the stronger enemies.
We're at turn 10 and haven't reached the boss yet, so that's it for the clear bonus. I really don't mind because the boss has to be done carefully (they have Freeze 2), and we're getting good exp. The worms were ridiculously easy thanks to the Mermanbuster (and Narsha getting a crit as strong as the Mermanbuster, the woman is really good with seafood), and Tao and Gong are finishing the annoying Skeleton.
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The thing about this boss is that, as a mage, their defense is trash. Max can probably one hit them. But they're not in reach yet, and the dogs will block us as soon as they can. Their damage plus the mage's damage is a heavy blow to tank, but I think Max can do it as his magic res is 38% right now, pretty good (nothing compared to the 47% and 48% of Narsha and Anri though, I did not notice Anri was getting this good, turns out there's two goddesses of magic res).
Because the mage is easy to hit, doing away with the dogs seem like the best option. I'm unsure of how much damage we're gonna do, I'm not used to the damage of Supernova yet.
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The damage is a whooping lot, that's how much. Perhaps it would have been possible to one hit the mage with this even with their resistance, Supernova is a bit weird with the resistances actually, but again, I prefer exp to the bonus today.
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Not much to comment for the end, Max, Arthur and Domingo deal with the last dog while receiving heals from Narsha, Khris and Lowe. By the time only the mage is left things are easy. You can see here however what 60% magic res means, Anri cannot finish this fella at 5 HP. But surviving like that only means he gets one of the rarest deaths possible:
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The Domingo slap.
Overall, a chill battle. There's a lot to do in town next time so I'll leave that for the next part.
Losses: 0 Deaths: 2
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emilyhufflepufftlk · 5 months
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Thanks @lord-aldhelm for the tag 💜
How many works do you have on AO3?
I have 25 currently on AO3, plus a lot of one shots that are only on tumblr.
2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?
600,065 which is kind of crazy, especially when you take into account that's not even everything I've written (as some are only on tumblr).
3. What fandoms do you write for?
The Last Kingdom exclusively.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Touched by Fire
Walk Through Fire
my hand was the one you reached for
Duty, Love, Betrayal
you'll never have to be alone
5. Do you respond to comments?
OF COURSE! I love comments. However small or long, however thoughtful or incoherent. Through comments I have found so many friends and I love when we scream over our fics and our plans to torture our OCs together 💜
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
In terms of one shots, what I lost in you I will not replace is just pure angst start to finish. Out of my longer fics, Fire Turns to Ash probably ends the angstiest - at least until I finish my hand was the one you reached for 👀
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Touched by Fire and Walk Through Fire both end with my OC and Finan happy with their kids.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Absolutely none. I've found the TLK fandom to be very welcoming and supportive.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I do. All my (completed) multi-chapters have at least some smut in them and I have a fair number of one shots too. It's definitely something I have gotten more comfortable writing and I no longer get intense anxiety when I press post (only slight anxiety now lmao). I've always loved writing smut with feelings and focusing on the emotions of the scene, however I have written a few peices of pwp too, although my smut is never super long or detailed.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I do love a crossover. The Blind Monk is a TLK crossover with the Marvel Netflix show Daredevil - I think that counts as being pretty crazy.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Again, not that I'm aware of.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Yes! Me and @morosemagick wrote our Bridgerton AU The Irishman Who Loved Me together. I really want to work on this fic again and try and finish it as we had such great ideas for it. Writing with someone is definitely a great experience although giving up complete creative control takes some getting used to.
14. What's your all time favourite ship?
I tend to write Finan x OC fics the most, but the one ship I have written quite a bit for is Finan x Ingrith. I also love Aethelflaed x Aldhelm and I hope to write something for them one day. Outside TLK I love Mulder and Scully in the X-Files, Monica and Chandler in Friends, Merlin and Arthur in BBC Merlin, and Buffy and Spike in BtVS.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Honestly all of them at this point 😭 I have really gotten out of the habit of writing and have been struggling with motivation. I want to try and finish all my fics eventually.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I feel my OCs are one of my greatest strengths, I think I create believable characters and people have said that I have created a whole world that they've become invested in - which is such a huge compliment. I also think dialogue is a strength as I find that easiest to write.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Description. I often have to force myself to describe the scene - I'd much rather stick to action and dialogue. I respect people who write really poetic beautiful descriptions as I can't even use a simile or metaphor to save my life lmao.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it depends how it is used. I personally don't write dialogue in another langauge in my fics (except Finan's term of endearment 'mo ghra') but that's just personal preference.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The Last Kingdom. It was almost three years ago since I first watched the show and became obssessed. TLK was also the first fandom I read fanfic for as well.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
I think my whole OC x Finan series fire in her eyes just because of all the OCs I created and developed. I think Duty, Love, Betrayal is the individual fic I am most proud of.
No pressure tags: @morosemagick @solinarimoon @lauwrite1225 @aadmelioraa @persephones-journey
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